So today I was on the highway driving back home from work and I passed my top fuck buddy’s (now ex-fuck-buddy?) exit. I could not help but get flashbacks of last time’s booty call which was a month ago. Earlier that day I was at work and we were exchanging dirty texts during my lunch time. The game plan was for me to swing by early in the evening so I rushed home, washed up, slipped into some sexy undies. By the time I was ready to head out I got a text “can you wear a skirt?” No, BITCH! “Please wear a skirt for me.” No, again BITCH!
I have been up since 6 a.m, I have been working until 4:00 p.m and it is nearing 6 p.m and I want some good fucking sex. That is all. What the fuck will a skirt do for him? I sure as hell don’t have the energy to slip into a skirt after a long day just for a booty call. If it was the weekend then no problem.
As I am trying to beat around traffic this fool was texting me nonstop knowing I am driving and on my way.
“Have you been thinking dirty things all day?” No shit. I think like a guy and I probably think filthier than a guy.
“How wet is your pussy right now?” Just shut the fuck up and wait 10 more minutes until I get there to find out.
“What do you want to do to me?” Patience is a virtue, sugar.
“I love when you suck my cock. You do it so well. It’s so amazing.” Yeah, I know, bitch but thanks for feeding my ego.
My one-word answers didn’t give him the hint that I was trying to drive? Well, ignoring his texts until he got a knock knock was the only solution. I think driving safely to get to his house in one piece is more important than knowing how wet my pussy is. In the mean time guys, shut the fuck up and wait for it. Please and thank you.
Sincerely,
SIBLT
Sometimes it be Like That
"Sometimes it be Like That..." 