Let’s talk about sex baby. Let’s talk about you and me. Let’s talk about all the good things and all the bad things that may be. Let’s talk about sex. Cause, let’s be honest, was there ever something else between us Zea? We met, we fucked, we got bored and now here we are, face to face again. Truth is, I don’t even know what to talk about with you. I don’t know what you like outside a bedroom besides doing it doggy style in the shower or standing up against the counter in the kitchen. Anyway, I’m not here to talk, am I? Promised you a demonstration of my favorite Christmas activities so… let’s get to it. « Hi. » I look at you and smirk before biting my lip a little. As usual, you look sexy as hell and I don’t know how I got here so fast, I just did.

It's Sunday and I have nothing else to do but texting. But what am I supposed to do? It's fucking Lord's day, and I ain't no priest. It's been a while since the last time I talked to Sin, and to be honest, I was surprised when I saw his name on my phone's screen. I usually delete my contacts whenever I get bored of them, but it didn't seem to be the case with him. Whatever. He's a hottie, maybe that's the reason. Who cares? I don't.

I made sure I was also great-looking. Put on my favorite ready-to-fuck dress, with the sexiest underwears I own. Yeah, I just want him to know what he's been missing all this time. Maybe he's right after all: it's good to feel wanted. And needed.

Few minutes later, he was there, standing behind my door. Hi. I just smiled back at him, staring at him from head to toe. So .. that was fast. Did you missed me? Taking a step back from the door, I asked you to come in.

« So .. that was fast. Did you missed me? » I laugh. Maybe I did, I don’t know. Truth be told, I didn’t think about it much before I jumped on my bike and drove all the way to the Eliot House where you live. Also, I needed the distraction. All these things happening lately with Elbeth and Agathe and everything else… well, that’s overwhelming and not my plate. I’d rather have trouble at the club. You know what they say? Got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one? Well in my case it’s more something like; I got 99 problems and she’s all of em.

I step in your room, close the door behind me and turn around to face you. I don’t waste no time with stupid ass foreplays, I put my hands on your hips and look you deep in the eyes. « Yeah I guess I did. » Or my body did. Damn gurl. Just looking at you in that dress makes my cock twitch in my pants.