A Special Night
W e spend the rest of the week in a fog of lust, sneaking kisses wh ile we can, and waiting for the weekend when I can claim to be staying with a friend again. I’ve chosen Friday night this time so I won’t lose Gabriela to early mass again.
I’ve got a little something special in mind too. It’s taken me a while to get up the nerve, but the web site promised discrete packaging, and I had it shipped to the restaurant instead of home, so as not to raise my mother’s curiosity.
I bought myself a strap-on.
Well, it’s not for me exactly. I’m hoping that Gabriela will be the bearer and that I will get to enjoy being the receiver. Something that I haven’t told her yet is that I haven’t had any other lovers and I’m really hoping that she will agree to be the one .
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