friday night:
J took me to midtown cafe for dinner.
ridiculously expensive.
15 bucks for tuna that wasn't even that great.
the surf and turf was on point though.
almost orgasmic.
i know i complain a lot about J always wanting to take me to expensive places but i'd be so pissed if he didn't.
i'm spoiled.
wendy's keeps me satisfied for only so long.

after dinner, we went to see miami vice.
i was so not impressed.
i was visually captivated only three or four times and i couldn't understand a damn thing anyone was saying.
perhaps it was because i was slightly distracted/horny from all that wine i drank.
and with J grazing his thumb against my inner thigh, the juices were flowing.
he knew what he was doing.
one minute i was wondering if colin farrell reeked of old spice and wet garbage, and the next i was leaning over in J's lap, stroking his shaft and sucking him off.
i heart his peen.

tip: always buy candy that comes in a plastic bag, i.e. twizzlers. that way you can use the sound of the bag opening to drown out the sound of the zipper. ;)

after the movie, we went downtown to the hilton where J had surprised me with a lovely little suite he had all decked out with dozens of candles, flowers, champagne, and yummy desserts.
he's so romaaaantic. that's why i put out so much.
i kinda knew he was up to something cause his boss invited us to his lake house this weekend but J told him we wouldn't be able to make it.

so, we spent all of friday night til the wee hours of the morning in bed making some mad crazy love.
then, i realized we'd left the dog out before we left and started freaking out cause i knew that little fucker was back here destroying everything she could get her dirty little paws on.
but J had arranged for one of our friends to pick her up and doggysit for us while we were away.
i was like "awww, honey, you thought of everything. you're so much smarter than you look."
him: "i still have your panties on my head, don't i?"
me: "yep."

saturday, was more of the same with a little room service added to the mix.
the only time we really got out of bed was when we wanted to fuck in a different room.
we had our cellphones off and never left the suite.
no reason to.
we just stayed in each other's arms.
reflecting on our past, present, and future together; life in general.
enjoyed each other's nekkidness.
it was an unbelievably incredible weekend of us just being in love and free of responsibility.

now, we're back to reality.
mini-cujo is back but the lax mood is still in effect.
lots of snuggling and lounging around.
studying here and there.
playing with each other's naughty bits.

i'm actually looking forward to the month of august.
J doesn't have to work/intern anymore.
summer school's almost over.
then we get two weeks off to do whatever the fuck we want.
my last semester of the highly-overrated college experience begins.
and i have to really get the wedding planning into gear.
yay.

p.s. is it me or does burt bacharach look mildly retarded in that geico commercial?

p.p.s. lurkers, why do you lurk? seriously, i wanna know. tell me what the deal is cause i don't understand it. you come here every damn day but have yet to leave a single comment. are you waiting for some titty pics or something? i can tell you it's not gonna happen. any and all homemade porn is kept in a safe place away from creepy pervs like you.

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