Tuesday Night Booty Call: The Liberal Marine Redeems Himself

Moral of the day: Give some guys another chance, the nice ones with sexy kisses.

Tuesday, 7:15 p.m.

The last I saw the Liberal Marine he was kissing me as I went out the door after a 2 1/2 hour sex sesh where he was drunk and high nine days ago. It was fun but not as fun as I wanted since he couldn’t get hard after partying. It was still good kissing and touching. He was mad at himself and texted the next day to apologize.

I told him I was upset he hadn’t been forthright with how messed up he actually was. He had texted he was fine that day when I asked before coming over. I also told him that I don’t want to disappoint him about how much time I will spend with him as I’m not going to be exclusive with anyone for quite awhile; my plan is at least a year. He backed way off and hasn’t been blowing up my phone this last week(which I miss a little bit for the ego strokes he provided so willingly).

I had planned to hang out with him on Sunday, two days ago, but had a rager of a hangover from a night out dancing. Crazy horrible hangover induced by lack of food and water and too much Fireball. Ugh.

I wanted some sex though. Even though I was still a bit nauseous and dizzy I was going to rally. By the time I texted he’d already made plans, which is probably for the best. I also texted Prince Albert who couldn’t believe I had “turned down dick” for a hangover and said he had one available, a dick that is. But when I asked him to drive it over to my place he said he had “wet sheets in the laundry.” He’s a wet sheet. Prince Albert is playing me I believe. I told him when I was available to hang out this week and he’s said nothing. I asked my friend about it and he said if Prince Albert wanted to hang out with me he would. I deleted all his messages and felt better immediately. Isn’t that crazy?

So no sex for me Sunday. Or Monday as I have classes all day and night.

I’ve been messaging some new people on Tinder but wasn’t far enough along with them to set up even a happy hour. So today, Tuesday, I texted Liberal Marine at 4 p.m. asking him to come see me. He was on it.

I had thought we could have sex and then eat and then have more sex but had not shared this plan. He’d texted he was starving so I blew out all the candles in the bedroom and went out to meet him on the street to help him find parking which is a total bitch where I live. He has some hideous glasses as I’ve mentioned before. His hair is looking better than our first date because it’s growing out some. He had a Delta Faucett hoodie (LOL) on so I was glad I had a hoodie on also. We grabbed a slice of pizza and he made me laugh. We stared into each other’s eyes for a moment too long and both felt it. Gotta watch that kinda shit. None ‘o that. He said it made him feel nervous. I do like the guy. I told him my botched plan and he felt it to his core, liked the plan, said tell him the plan next time as he shook his head at me.

Oh my god I forgot to tell you about his texts Monday night. Okay you have to hear this then we’ll get back to tonight. Gracious me the man has a way with words, both romantic and filthy, which is fun.

“I want you to kiss me like it’s my very breath that’s keeping you alive.”

“I want to feel you grind your hips into me while you pant for more…”

“I’m torn between wanting to kiss your lips and catch your eyes looking into mine or tossing you across my bed ripping off your panties putting a pillow under you and smacking your ass while I fuck you silly. I think I’ve decided I’ll take both.”

See? Those were sent Monday. I was on fire. Bring it.

He did.

He’s a goddamn good kisser, I think the best kisser I’ve ever been with. Yum. Sex is really good, really really good with some bites and scratches and spanking involved. Sighhhh.

I ran him into the ground girlfriends. He was panting and had to stop for a break.

“You’ve got game baby girl,” he said.

Yes I do.

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