Putting My Best Foot Forward
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The other morning, Tank and I awakened in our usual position: pretzeled together. It’s one of the things I love most about our intermittent sleep time. In some way, shape or form, our bodies are always intertwined. Which, of course, makes it easy for him to glide his cock into me. From the front. From the back. From the side.
This particular time, I found myself in my favorite position on top of him, enjoying the grinding movements that were occurring beneath me. When, out of the blue, I heard:
“Oh, I forgot to ask you. How many guys did you fuck this week?
“Uhmmm . . . only you.”
“Babe, with all these guys emailing you, you need to get more sex. I don’t always have four hours to please you.”
It’d become our inside joke. Based on the average length of my group play at parties. I smiled. He’d been paying attention.
A few days later, Tank texted me.
“U available to meet B4 on Tuesday?”
“Yep. What did u have in mind?”
“Checking on possibility of gb. Always have to meet B4 first. He knows the group well and what they like.”
“Sounds cool to me. Best if he gets to know me. LOL”
“That was my thought. I will get it set up for Tuesday at 6, OK?”
“Perfect. I’ll need a break from writing. Are we meeting him somewhere?”
“At his new pad.”
As we ended our conversation, I had only one thought. “What do I wear to be interviewed by the man who’ll be making a decision on whether I qualify for a gang bang by his group of merry men?
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