Monster Action…
That drunken night was two weeks ago. Tonight I'm cooking for her at my apartment.
My hands shake a little as I uncork the wine I bought. I made my mom's pizza, because it's easy, good, and just greasy enough that she'll have to lick her fingers. I love my mother and her insistence that I learn how to cook at least a little.
I'm full of nervous energy. Bella's different from most girls I've dated. She's kind, hot, intelligent, hot, witty, hot, and….hot. Fucking hot.
She doesn't remember telling me that she wants to play with my "Cockness Monster", a name apparently given to my dick while talking to her best friend Angela, and I let it slide.
That sucked.
I'm kinda hoping she remembers it in some spontaneously recovered memory when I touch her boob or something.
My monster would like a little more action.
HAPPY FRIDAY! Its a shortish one today, sorry about that. BUT...I'm setting the scene *wink wink nudge nudge*, if you know what I mean? Hope everyone's week was a decent one.
xoxo
V