From the first night I spent with Mr. Cocky it was all about the sex. And I know what you're probably thinking thats always what guys want, they just want a good booty call. Well ladies... you're wrong it wasn't what he wanted it was all about me and what I wanted. That Friday morning, I woke up ready to conquer a busy/ long day at work: full of panel interviews, organizing and setting up for a charity event at a local brewery. Yes my job included a fun-filled day raising money at a brewery open house, but that wasn't what was playing over and over in my mind for the day. I was counting down the minutes until I could get home and under those sheets. Six times the night before, could make a girl antsy for an encore. Let's just say the day was full of sexy texts and anticipation. Fast Forward through the work day and straight to when I got home. At this point, I've already decided what I want and it's not a meaningful conversation.... I texted him to get his ass over time my apartment, showered quickly and changed into some skimpy underwear and a robe.
The festivities start off the minute he walks through the door. The passion, the haste, the groping, the touching all in the heat of the moment. But let's skip over the intimate details to the real point of this story. Is it only me or do you think about the neighbors can hear when having sex? Ever so I often I forget that they're there, until I can hear them talking or their TV on. The first night I had completely forgotten that they existed, but after our first round I felt instantly self conscious that my neighbors could hear the whole nights festivities through the wall. Especially the bang, bang, bang against their living room wall. So I had this ingenious idea to move the bed farther away from the wall. Determined to quiet the night, I kicked his ass out of bed and moved the bed frame about 6 inches from the wall to stop the frame from knocking against the wall while we were knocking boots.
We hoped back into bed, ready to go again we kissed and joked as he relaxed and leaned farther back against the bed frame. Things got hot and heavy all until you heard a loud crack and felt a slow motion descend towards the ground. That meant toppling over into the frame and laughing uncontrollably. I hoped out of bed only to see discover the frame had literally broken. Apparently the bed needed the stability of the wall to support all of the nights activities. Let's just say that's night fun cost me 5 days of sleeping on my mattress in my living room. Nothing makes an apartment feel like a cheap brothel like a mattress in the living room..... But that was only day two of our sexcapade.. So don't forget to tune back for more of my bed breaking three week hiatus.
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