Testing The Waters

My girlfriend and I are at a friend’s apartments for a party.

The laughter and loud conversation are interrupted by the delicate sound of a pie fork being tapped lightly against a wine glass. Our friend strides into our midst and announces that she has a surprise for us all.

A magician.

We exchange a look. Were this anyone else’s party such news would have had us heading discreetly toward the door but this friend is wealthy and brilliant, with exquisite taste, so our curiosity is piqued.

She makes a theatrical gesture toward the parlor door, where a handsome, dark-eyed man looms in a well-cut gray suit. He smiles kindly, angling his head briefly to acknowledge the smattering of polite applause, and we as a group all gather closer.

He wanders among us, his hands warm in our own, as coins turn into cards then into feathers and wrist watches somehow switch wrists before vanishing completely.

At one point in his performance he asks for a volunteer. There are murmurs and whispers for an impossible moment, then my girlfriend gives my hand a squeeze and steps forward.

So brave, he says, taking her hand with a flourish and bowing slightly, and so lovely. She blushes, to cheers and whistles.

Hands in front of you, palms up, he says and she compiles. And so obedient, he says, gestures toward her and motioning for a round of applause. She laughs and flushes crimson again.

From the inside of his jacket he withdraws a length of rope and a bracelet-size silver ring. He places the ring flat on her outstretched palm of her left hand, then loops the rope through it and lightly around her wrist, draping the remainder up her arm, over her shoulders, then down around her waist.

He steadies himself, takes a deep breath, then whips the rope away. A gasp goes around the room: The silver bracelet now dangles from her opposite wrist.

Applause and open mouths. He smiles broadly, then raises his eyebrows and holds up a finger. He takes my girlfriend’s left hand and places it over the bracelet on her right hand, then withdraws another, identical ring from within his jacket, and places it onto the back of her hand. He loops the rope through the ring, then lays over her hands three times, back and forth and back again. He steadies himself and, with surprising vigor, he whips the rope away again. 

More gasps, louder this time: The bracelet is around her left wrist but both bracelets are now looped, one through the other.

My girlfriend struggles to separate her hands but the rings are too narrow to slip off. Help, she wails comedically to robust laughter.

He holds up a finger again. Oh what now, she moans, to more laughter. From inside his jacket he withdraws another ring, larger this time, and he places it, with great ceremony, on top of her head.

I’m never coming to one of your parties again, my girlfriend says loudly and the hostess’s laughter is loudest of all. 

Carefully he threads the rope through the ring, then winds it around the back of my girlfriend’s head, over her shoulder, and down between her manacled hands. He takes a moment to stretch his fingers, then, gripping the rope tightly, he sets his feet, breathes in and out deeply, and pulls.

Gasps again: The rings on her wrists clatter to the floor and the one on top of her head now rests snugly around her neck.

The applause is loud and sustained. My girlfriend looks stunned, her hands going instinctively to the collar around her throat. We surround her and run our fingers along its curved shape but the chrome is unbroken and unyielding.

The magician takes a deep bow and blows a kiss with both hands to the hostess, who leads us all in fervent applause. 

Excuse me, my girlfriend says at an exaggerated volume. A little help please?

More laughter, then the music fades back in. 

I’m in the kitchen, refilling our drinks, watching her recount the story over and again animatedly, the collar shining brightly against her skin, when the magician reappears, hat on his head, overcoat draped over his arm, case in his hand. 

Thank you again everyone, he says, giving a wide wave and turning to leave. My girlfriend heads after him, catching him by the arm in the narrow hallway entrance.

So seriously, she says to him. How do I get this thing off?

He smiles broadly. I’m so sorry, he says. It doesn’t come off. 

She laughs then tugs on it helplessly. Seriously though, she says. I can’t just walk around with this thing on for the rest of my life.

I’ll make you a deal, he says. Have a drink with me and I’ll see what I can do.

Deal, she says, taking his hand and turning back toward the party. What’ll you have?

No no, he says. Not here, not now. Next week. You pick the place; I’ll buy the drinks.

 She laughs again, her finger hooked around the metal loop as she shakes her head slowly. Fine, she says finally, looking up at him

He extends his hand and out of thin air a business card appears between his fingers. My number, he says.

You know I have a boyfriend, right? she says, tilting her head, her smile side.

I know, he says. But he can’t come.

For the rest of the party I watch her from across the room. She glows and beams and poses with people for photos. 

Better keep an eye on that, someone says to me as I empty and refill my glass, touching up the smile fixed on my lips.

That night I lie awake, staring at the silver glinting in the streetlight as she sleeps beside me.

I hope you’re not jealous, she says. It’s Tuesday afternoon of the following week and she’s getting ready to meet him. It’s just a drink or two, which I think you have to admit he earned with that show.

She kisses me, then again, opening her mouth to me and for a moment all I think about is crawling into bed with her. But when I put my hands on her face to pull her closer I feel the smooth steel warmed by her skin.

She disappears into the bedroom to change. I hear the sound of leather sliding and I feel the bottom of my stomach drop out. She’s going to wear those pants, the ones she knows I like, the ones she bought herself for my birthday, that she wears whenever she wants to get everything she wants.

Another moment more and out she walks. Sure enough, she’s wearing them, her special occasion pants, pairing them with a clingy sweater and a pair of whisper-thin stiletto heels. She wants to look good for him. And she does.

Another kiss, just a peck this time, brief but long enough for me to catch a whiff of a perfume I don’t recognize. 

Have a relaxing evening, she says, breezy but measured, as if she’s eager to leave but doesn’t want to show it. And don’t forget, as soon as I get this collar off I’m all yours again.

It’s midnight when I finally give up waiting and turn off the light. 

…well, seeing as you didn’t say ‘no!’ immediately…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

Halloween House Party

Whew… What an eventful couple of weeks it has been! I am back from my vacation, and, as promised, I will update you all…

Ok, where to start…

I went to Hawaii with my family. Some of you even guessed the right island, and one person even guessed the right beach… Honestly, I was a little freaked out by that. I’m not ready to meet anybody off of Tumblr, particularly in front of my family, while we are on vacation. So, I didn’t answer anybody specifically as to my exact whereabouts. I’m sure you will understand. The island was great, the vacation was great, I had a glorious time. And for anybody wondering, no, I didn’t hook up with any random strangers… Sorry to disappoint you all there.

I also decided to make a change to my blog. Maybe not one you will notice immediately, but I decided to eliminate the “anonymous” option on my asks. I was getting a lot of disparaging anonymous comments, and some of them were pretty mean. Nothing kills the mood while you are on vacation than seeing somebody who obviously hasn’t read my whole blog fire off some mindless drivel about what a horrible person I am. So, the way I see it… Hate on me all you want, just don’t be a coward about it anonymously. If you want to insult me, then do it with your name behind it so I can respond. If you don’t have the courage to do that, you aren’t worth being in my inbox in the first place. Now, two things need to be said about this. First, I promise to respond to a person directly and privately before I post anything with names on it. I’m not here to embarrass anybody. And second… This may or may not be permanent. I am going to see how it goes for a couple weeks and see how I feel. If I don’t get anything interesting, I might turn on the anonymous ask feature again.

Ok… I’ll get off my little soapbox here, and get to the fun stuff that you all came for…

So, for those of you that remember, right before I left for vacation, I found myself in a bit of a pickle… I didn’t have a Halloween costume or anything planned, but my friend was having a Halloween party last night. Well, I got home yesterday at noon… So I had like 4 hours to put a costume together, and of course, my awesome Tumblr followers came through and sent me ideas the whole time I was in Hawaii. I got a lot of suggestions, some cute, some sexy, some funny, some gross…

I just thought I’d share a few:

Wear my lingerie and heels and be a Victoria’s Secret Model (of course). Put on a low cut dress with lots of T&A and be a celebrity, while giving my bf a bunch of cameras and making him be paparazzi. (Could be fun) Dress up in a toga and sandals, and have my bf wear a green shirt and stick fake croutons, tomatoes, celery and carrots to him and go as a couple. (Caesar-salad… Get it?) Go dressed as Batman, and make my boyfriend go as Robin. (To show who was the boss, of course)

I liked those. But the one I ended up doing was both super easy, and super sexy to pull off, and still had the added hint of the power play that goes on behind the scenes with my boyfriend and me. It was actually suggested by one of my favorite people on Tumblr… @toricooperauthor. If you haven’t checked out her blog, do it now. Seriously, this post will be here when you get back. Go follow her, she is amazing. Every time we talk, she has some awesome idea for me to try…

Back yet? Ok, cool…

So, while I was in Hawaii, two days before I left to come back, I texted my boyfriend, and told him I knew what I wanted to do for the Halloween party costumes, but that I needed him to go get a couple of things for both of us, because I wouldn’t really have time. I gave him a list: a visor for me, a pair of workout wristbands, a workout headband, and as plain or boring sweater vest for him that he could find. He asked me what he heck kind of costume I wanted to make, and I told him it would be a surprise…

Oh my goodness, that flight is long. It was something like 10 hours of travel time, including layovers, and I have a really hard time sleeping on planes, so I got next to no sleep, and by the time I got home, I had been up for almost 36 hours straight. Suck. So I was exhausted, but my bf is sweet, and picked me up at the airport and took me home. He told me that he got everything that I had asked for, but he still didn’t know what I was planning. I told him to trust me, and took a nap for 2 hours, just so I wasn’t completely exhausted for the party.

Quick side note here… Thank God that Halloween was on a Friday night this year. If it was a mid-week holiday, there was no way I was going to go out after that trip.

So, about 4pm, my bf wakes me up and says “Court, do you want to go to Karissa’s party or just sleep? Either is fine with me”. (By he way… same Karissa from my birthday story a while back). I assured him that I was good to go, and popped up, and told him to wait 15 min while I got dressed, and then we would go over to his place for his costume. I put a pair of tennis shoes, white socks, a pleated white skirt, a white tank top and a black sports bra, put my hair in a ponytail and put on the visor and wrist bands. Then I went down to my closet where I keep all my random crap (snowboard too) and got out a tennis racket and a couple of tennis balls. And wa-la! Tennis Pro Courtney! It was super easy, a little flirty, and still totally socially acceptable. When my bf saw it, he was like “oh, ok, I get it. I’m cool with that… I had a little surprise for him though…

When we got to his place, I told him I wanted him to wear something along the same lines, but a bit more ridiculous. I told him I wanted him to wear knee high socks with his costume, and the shortest shorts he could find. Then I made him put on a white polo shirt, and this blue and tan sweater vest over the top of it. I had him put on the sweatband on his head too, and that was pretty much it, he was done… He asked me if I forgot a tennis racket for him, but I said no, he didn’t need one… He was my ball boy - and I dropped a tennis ball in front of him while looking right at him. He looked at me a little funny, but then I did the little “Ahem!” thing, and pointed to the ball, and he got the picture. He grinned and sheepishly picked it up and handed it back to me. I just said “all night long, understand? Every time that happens, you better come running” And he smiled. He knew the deal…

Karissa’s party was awesome. She and a couple other girls share a big house, and it is a good party house because it is open, and has a big outdoor space with an awning over it so you can be outside, but still be covered if it is rainy or whatever. It’s pretty cool. Anyway, by the time we got there, there were like 20 other friends/acquaintances of ours there already. Some cool costumes, some stupid ones, some that didn’t even try. I couldn’t criticize anybody though, because mine was pretty simple too. I told people that I took the easy way out because I had just gotten back from Hawaii, and that usually sufficed to change the conversation away from my relatively uninspired costume effort. However, I would randomly “drop” a tennis ball during every other conversation or so, and my boyfriend would rush in, pick it up, hand it back to me and rush out whenever it happened. It made most of my friends laugh a few times… Here was Courtney and her boyfriend, being all cutesy in couples costumes… Right? I felt a little sneaky… A little devious. All those people just thought he was my ball boy, but he and I both knew what was really going on… After I had a few drinks, I stopped calling him “my ball boy”. And started calling him “my ball bitch” in front of my friends. They still laughed. He blushed a little… I wonder why?

At about 8 or 8:30, I decided I was feeling frisky enough, so I sorta cornered my boyfriend alone for a minute, and asked him how he liked being my little ball bitch? He told me he liked it, and I asked him if he wanted me to take it further. He asked what I had in mind, and I told him I could text Brandon and invite him over… After all, I hadn’t seen him in over a week, and I was getting a little… antsy again. After a little bit of whispering in his ear for convincing, and a little bit of light petting… He finally agreed. I said “thanks babe”, and pulled out my phone to text Brandon.

I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was just drinking beer and watching basketball on TV. I told him that I was home from Hawaii, and that I was at a Halloween party with my bf, but that it was really boring, and my bf was probably drunk already, and I may have mentioned how I hadn’t seen him in a long time… Hint, hint… His first reaction was to say that he didn’t have a Halloween costume, but when I assured him that a fair number of people at the party didn’t have one either, he agreed. I texted him the address, and he said he would be over in about a half hour. I immediately went back to the back hard and found my boyfriend to tell him what was up. I told him “remember, you are already pretty drunk -but I might be a little tipsy too, and you know how I get a little handsy when I get tipsy”. And he said that he would do his best, he was just nervous about seeing Brandon again… I could understand that. I’m sure it’s a pretty awkward position to be in… But… Too late now!

Brandon showed up about 20 min later. He did go through some effort… He put on some kind of Tshirt with a skull on it. Better than nothing I guess. He knows Karissa, but hadn’t ever been to her house, so it wasn’t like he was crashing the party or anything. He said his hellos, played it cool, and walked around the party a few times. I was talking to a couple friends, and he was right over one of my friends left shoulder, in another group of guys talking, but I knew he was looking at me… I could feel it. I wasn’t even really listening to the girls I was standing with, because I was concentrating on Brandon… I dropped a tennis ball “Oops! Ball Bitch?!?” He came running, the girls laughed… Haha, funny little Courtney and her cute ball boy boyfriend… How innocent…

In the garage, Karissa and her roommates had set up a beer pong table. If you don’t know what beer pong is, google it. It is called different things in different places, but essentially you have two teams and you try to throw a ping pong bottle into cups of beer to make the other team drink… Simple enough, right? Well, I saw this, and decided that I wanted to play. The way we play, you need a partner, who stands next to you, and he competition is on the other side… So I had an idea… I went up to my bf, and told him to go get a beer, and go the the garage, but be really drunk, and to tell me no when I asked him to be my partner.

I went back to the garage, and here were probably 10 or 15 people there watching, and 4 people playing. Just like I has suspected, Brandon followed me out there soon after. The game continued until here was just one cup left for one team, at which point, I called e next game… No arguments from the crowd… I just needed a partner. I asked my drunk boyfriend who was leaning up against the garage door with half open eyes and a beer in each hand (nice touch!). But he told me no! (The nerve!). I needed to find a partner quick, so I went up and asked Brandon… “What do you think? Want to play?” He said “won’t he be pissed?” And nodded at my boyfriend. I said “he doesn’t even know where he is right now”. And after he looked at my bf another time or two, he agreed to be my partner. Perfect.

In beer pong, you take turns, one team shoots, then the other… The more you drink, the worse you get, for obvious reasons. Brandon and I did alright our first game. We actually beat the team that had won the game before that. So we stayed at the table, and two guys were up next for the following game. That’s when I “really started to feel it”. Or so I told Brandon. My shots “accidentally” got farther and farther away from the cups, until one time… Oops! I missed the table all together! My ping pong ball went rolling around the garage floor. “Ball Bitch?!?” (His role want just for tennis balls, right?). He got up, and stumbled around remarkably well (maybe he was actually drunk by now?). And as he chased the ball, everybody in he garage laughed… What a cute little innocent couples costume…

I took the opportunity with everybody distracted by my gentleman of a boyfriend to arch my back, and grind my ass right into The front of Brandon’s pants. I wasn’t subtle. He got the hint. A few turns later… “Ball bitch?!?” More laughter, and this time his hand went up my skirt and grabbed my ass… Yup, this was happening…

We lost the beer pong game. I didn’t care. I told Brandon I would be back in a minute, and I took my boyfriend by he arm and led him into the house, and into a corner again… I’m sure everybody at the party saw how drunk he was, and was assuming that I was telling him to stop drinking or something… Little did they know. I told him about Brandon feeling my ass while everybody was distracted. I told him I missed on purpose the first time so I could make sure he knew I wanted it… It turned him on immediately. I asked him what he wanted me to do next, and he said “more”. And I said “no, that’s not going to cut it ball bitch, I want to hear you say it”. And after a moment or two of resistance, he said “fuck him”. And I said “say it, all of it, I want to hear you say what you want your girlfriend to do”. There was a bit of a muffled moan, and he said “Courtney, please fuck him tonight”. I said, “are you sure? You haven’t seen me in a week either… Is that really what you want?” And he nodded, without saying anything. I said “good, get a ride home, I’ll see you in the morning”. And turned around and left him in the corner and went back to the garage.

Brandon was still there. We made eye contact. As soon as he saw me he came over to me again. I told him that [bf] was drunk out of his mind! and had no idea what was happening. We waited around for a bit… Talked to a few people… I tried to hide the fact that I was so turned on from all my friends who were there… We lasted about 15 minutes. When we went inside, my bf was gone. Brandon followed me out front. I didn’t say anything, but my bf’s car was gone. He probably just drove home. “Your house or mine?” I asked him, and we both got in his car. He drove to his house. On the way he mentioned that my boyfriend had to be a complete fucking idiot to get that drunk when his girlfriend looked like I did on Halloween night. (That’s a compliment, right?). I told him I knew, and that I was super pissed about that, and that was why I was going home with him… He liked that.

His roommate was home. The same one that let me in when I went for the evening jog. He saw us when we walked in the door. I didn’t care. We went straight to Brandon’s room and I was on all fours on his bed in about 4 seconds. He didn’t even bother with the tank top, sports bra or skirt, just yanked off my underwear and dropped his pants. It was fucking hot. I told him I wanted it bad. I told him I wanted it to be hard. I told him that a 9 day trip to Hawaii was too long to go without ass. I moaned a little when he called me a little slut and pulled my hair. I came. Lots.

In all the times I’ve been with Brandon, it has been a matter of an hour or two. Except for the quickie for 15 min on the night of the jog, and the long marathon that was my birthday. It was always sex. Just sex, and then leaving. I didn’t do that last night. We fucked 3 times last night. Then I was so exhausted, both from the sex and the travel before, that in couldn’t stand it. I slept there, naked, with him. Then we went at it twice more in the morning for good measure before I walked home. Yup. Did the walk of shame… So sue me. I liked it. So did my ball bitch when I told him about it this afternoon. It made him cum without me even touching him…

Happy Halloween everybody! Hope you had fun. I know I sure did.

All for the Birthday Girl

Wow. Just wow.

That was, hands down, the most intense, powerful, and downright dirty birthday party I have ever had!

I woke up on Monday morning to a call from my boyfriend. Originally, I was planning on hanging out with him all day, but after last weeks admission that he wanted me to spend my birthday with Brandon, those plans changed. When I answered the phone, he said, “good morning beautiful, happy birthday. How are you feeling?” And I told him I felt great, and that I couldn’t wait to tell him about how hard Brandon fucked me for my birthday present.

We had planned to spend the day together, and we were thinking of going on a hike, and then to lunch and a movie or something, so he also had the whole day off. But we really couldn’t continue with those plans anymore, since Brandon agreed to come over, so i asked him what he planned to do instead. He told me that he was probably just going to stay home and wait for me to call him. I teased him a little, and asked if he was sure about that, because it would likely be a really long time before I called. He told me he was fine with that, and said he wanted me to take all the time I wanted and enjoy myself.

So I did. When I got off the phone, I made myself some coffee and waffles for breakfast, and after I ate, I texted Brandon to tell him that he could come over anytime. He answered me back that he would be at my place in a couple of hours. So I took a shower, and shaved my legs and armpits like normal, but while I was shaving, I decided to take it a little further.

So, normally I try to keep the downstairs trimmed nicely and tidy, but I’ve never really gone all he way with it before. Well, I decided to on Monday. I don’t know why I decided to do it. Maybe it was just to be different, maybe it was to be the “bad girl” that my boyfriend apparently wants me to be… I don’t really know why, but I decided to just go ahead and shave everything off. It took a little while to get done, because let me tell you… If there is one place that you do not want to cut yourself while shaving, that is it. So I did it. I did a pretty good job of it too. It looks good. Would I do it again… Maybe. Let’s see how this goes for a while.

When I got out of the shower, iI put on a Tshirt and shorts for a while as I did my makeup. I figured that this “bad birthday girl” thing was going to be a theme for the day, so I might as well look the part too. So I went a little more dramatic on the makeup than I usually would. Not like outrageously slutty or anything, just something more suited for a Friday night out dancing, rather than a Monday morning. He wants me to look hot, remember?

I looked at my phone as I was finishing up my makeup, and Brandon had actually left me a voicemail. I don’t know how it missed the call, but I swear my phone never rang, and it was beside me the whole time. Anyway, I listened to it, and he said that he was on his way over, and that he would be there in 20 min. That was a lot sooner than the original “couple of hours” he had said before. I had this dirty little fantasy in my head of wearing the lingerie my bf bought for me when I opened the door for him, but really I didn’t have te time for that now. I hurried downstairs and cleaned up my kitchen a bit from breakfast, and right as I was about done, he knocked on my door.

What a rush. Here I was, on my birthday, freshly clean, shaved, and made up, about to open my door and invite a guy into my house that wasn’t my boyfriend, and most definitely wasn’t there to play Yahtzee. I would be lying to you if I didn’t tell you I was already more than a little turned on.

I went to the door and opened it for him. He didn’t exactly take the same amout of time to get ready that morning that I did. He hadn’t shaved, and had some noticible stubble going on, and he wore baggy shorts, flip flops and a dirty shirt. No matter. They wouldn’t be on for long anyway.

When I opened the door he said “good morning Court, happy birthday. I brought your present.” And he grabbed the front of his shorts. Total class. I laughed a little, and rolled my eyes a bit but I told him to shut up and get inside. He came in, and I closed the door behind him. He then said something to the extent of “So, you’d rather spend your whole birthday with me rather than [bf]?” And I said “well, it’s his dumbass fault for having to work today (even though he wasn’t) - you got off, so you get me”

He asked me what I wanted to do, and when I shot back a “what do you think I want to do?” He said “well, you texted me, you know the rule”. But then I told him I wanted to do this a little different today, because it was my birthday, and told him to sit down for a while, because I actually had a present for him. He asked what it was, but I told him to sit down and be patient, and he would see. I ran upstairs to my room, and pulled out the birthday lingerie.

It is such an incredibly unique feeling to experience, I can’t even really describe how I felt putting it on. It was some sort of mixture of pride, lust, debauchery, evilness, taboo, selfishness, and heat. It was incredible. Knowing that I was putting on lingerie that my boyfriend had bought me, but never seen me in before, for the sole purpose of using it with another guy. My head was spinning, and I was so incredibly turned on.

When I came out of my room, I walked slowly back downstairs to my living room/kitchen area. Brandon was sitting on the couch looking at his cell phone, but as soon as I turned the corner he looked up, and his jaw just dropped. I wish I had a picture of his face. Priceless. I went right into the sexy-catwalk kinda modeling for him, and turned around a few times to give him the full view. He just sat there and stared, and kept saying “are you serious?” About 20 times, over and over again. He asked if this was his present, and I said yes, sorta… I told him the lingerie was actually a birthday present for me from my boyfriend, but that he hadn’t seen me in it yet. Brandon loved that! After that, while I was still doing my little modeling routine, he said “you’re dirty”. And all I could do was shrug and smile playfully at him.

He had his shirt off in no time, and his pants were off shortly after that. He told me he wanted me to keep the cami on, cause he thought it was hot, so I did. We went at it. There wasn’t the same “you start” - “no you start” drama there was in the past. We just both went for it like we knew what we were doing… Right there in my living room. On the couch, on the floor, over the back of the couch… It was great. And that was just the first session. It drove him crazy that I shaved for him. Every other time I was with him, I just trimmed. Not this time. We probably went at it for close to an hour, in various states of intensity ranging from heavy petting while catching our breath to getting my hair pulled while he was behind me and I was bent over the couch.

At one point, my phone even rang. I panicked for a minute, thinking it might be my bf telling me to stop… But it wasn’t. Turns out it was actually my mom, calling to wish me a happy birthday. I didn’t answer. I figured that it was best to let it go to voicemail than risk her hearing something. Brandon thought it was funny.

Brandon was rough. Like, he knew what I wanted for my birthday present. Heck, I was even the one who told him ass much over text. He did just that. I can honestly say that nobody, him included, ever slapped my ass so much in one week as he did that morning. I probably got 23 birthday spankings 5 or 6 times before it was done. I didn’t even try to stop him.

By about 11, I was completely exhausted, and starving. (Side note - sex burns a ton of calories!) so I asked him if he wanted to get something to eat. He said ok, so I went up and changed out of my lingerie (I know, sad, huh?) and back into regular clothes. I didn’t shower or anything. Probably a bad move, as you’ll see later. We jumped in his car, and went to get some lunch, but my butt was so sore that I had to sorta sit sideways in the chair, on my hip facing him. He thought that was funny.

We grabbed some food really quick in a drive through, just in case anybody inside knew either of us, and brought it back to my place to eat. We didn’t get very far before we were at it again. It started on the kitchen counter, but - while it sounds fun - that was actually really uncomfortable. Particularly when my butt still was sore. So, we sorta migrated upstairs to my room. Go time again. It was hot, and sweaty. My room has a window air conditioner, but we were both a little too busy to go turn it on, and at noon or so in August, my bedroom gets pretty warm. We didn’t care. It was raw, it was rough, and it was animalistic. I have never sweated so much during sex. It was great. I don’t know how many times we went at it… 4 or 5 maybe. It felt like it was on, then rest enough to catch our breath, get some water, grab another condom, (yes, still use condoms) and then right back at it again.

He is mean during sex. He said things that would make a sailor blush. It’s part of the reason I like it actually. But that afternoon, he took it to a new level, and I let him. He started calling my boyfriend an idiot, and saying he didn’t know what I needed. At first i was sorta taken aback, as the whole reason that this was happening was that my bf wanted it too. But then again, Brandon didn’t know that at all, so I let him continue to think that he was such a big stud. I even played along when he prodded me to say things too… Like how I needed him to fuck me because my boyfriend couldn’t do it right… Stuff like that. He liked that. It seemed to make him more aggressive, which, in turn, made me a little more compliant, and which I liked. I’m not gonna lie.

At about 4:00, I was exhausted. Like literally couldn’t get out of bed. I told him that my bf was going to be off soon, so he had to go. He reluctantly agreed, and after getting dressed he left. I managed to get some underwear and a sleep shirt on, and I passed out in my bed. I guess I wasn’t planning on that. I probably should have gotten up and taken a shower, but I wasn’t exactly thinking straight. I slept.

I woke up about 6pm when my phone rang. It was my sister… Another call wishing me a happy birthday, and another one I let go to voicemail. I called my boyfriend, and told him I was done, and that he could come over. He said that he would, but that he wanted me to get dressed for dinner. Apparently he had reservations at 6:30, and was only minutes away from calling and canceling them if I hadn’t called him. I told him that I’d rather just go to dinner another night, but then he sorta came clean and admitted that he had been planning a birthday dinner for me, and had invited all my friends, and that they were all supposed to meet us at my favorite restaurant/bar downtown. How do you say no to that? So I agreed, and told him to come pick me up, and by the time our phone call ended he was already about 6 blocks away, and I had to get ready fast.

So, just to recap here, I had just spent the better part of the day getting my brains fucked out in a ridiculously hot bedroom, while sweating something fierce and getting my hair pulled and makeup ruined… A dinner out with my best friends on 10 min notice?!? What could go wrong?

I did a mad dash around my room and bathroom, trying to fix my hair and makeup as best as I could, and grabbed a red tank top and black skirt to wear, and my bf was coming in my door right as I was running downstairs trying to put earrings in and avoid falling down the stairs and breaking my neck also. I told him to be careful tonight, because I was really sore, and gave him a peck on the lips before grabbing my purse and heading out the door. On the way to the restaurant, I told him all about how sore I was, and how Brandon absolutely loved the lingerie he bought me… He got so turned on, that I had my hand on his crotch as he was driving and I was telling him everything that had happened that day. I actually felt bad when we parked, because he was hard as hell, and I just had to zip him up and give him a little pat because we were so late.

Dinner was great. It really was. I got to see a lot of my best friends, as well as some that I hadn’t seen since graduation. It was really sweet of my bf to plan everything for me. I hung out with everybody and had some drinks and caught up with old friends. We stayed out till about 11:30, which is saying something, considering I had to be up early for work yesterday. For some reason, I did a lot of standing that night - sitting was still a bit uncomfortable for me.

The absolute funniest thing that happened all night happened after dinner when I went to the bathroom. My friend Karissa happened to be in there at the same time as me, and she wished me a happy birthday, and gave me a huge hug, and then, as she was moving away, she stopped for a second, and leaned back into my neck and sniffed. I didn’t really know what to think… But then she whispered to me “Courtney, you smell like hot sex.” I probably turned 8 shades of red… If she only knew. She saw me blush, and smiled and said “yeah birthday girl! [bf] is treating you right!”

She was half right.

…special moments…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.

…people say strange things in their sleep all the time…{blushing}…<3 emmie @ le cocu quotidien.