shooting range & loving frenzy

Come Saturday all my laundry was done. If ever there was a thing I hate doing, its laundry. Takes forever. But afterwards I got B to get a zipcar to my place & we ambled off to the shooting range with my .40. Since I put that little seed in his head weeks ago, he's going to have his brother come up next week and fork over a Glock 23. Then we'll have two pistols to play with. Yay. I also put the seed in his head of getting a motorcycle, albeit I said I was going to get one. It appears he's right ready to get one before me. He's got the money, so he's got that on me. I'm still waiting for Johnny to pay me first. That might be a long time in coming.

B definitely enjoyed it. He was good too. My target is good but after 50 rounds or so my arm gets real tired. B kept on going even after a hundred rounds. Ha. It was smashing fun. I bet we're going to do that again some time. After the range we went for food, ate ourselves silly and then dropped off my pistol. He invited me over & chilled out on his couch. I was to go clubbing & see Sharam at Ruby Skye, but B held me so sweetly I knew I was a gonner. Jesus. Hell, I couldn't even stop saying Jesus all night. B laughed about that and my reply was, "yes, Jesus needs to be invoked." Even as he was deep inside me I couldn't stop saying Jesus. He laughed at that too.

And strange of all strangeness he snuggled afterwards. As I shivered he wrapped the comforter around me and held me, spoon fashioned. OJesus. My mind was telling me I needed to leave, to get up, put on my clothes, and get thee to a club and dance and flirt with all sorts of men. Instead I closed my eyes and went to sleep beside B. We woke up many times in the night and he got me something to drink one time. Sleep was definitely fitfall since neither of us are accustomed to sleeping next to others. I finally got up around eight and showered. I resumed my habitual esconce on the couch where I once resided in homelessness and watched Naruto while B cleaned the kitchen and made me coffee. He went and got breakfast as I continued my anime marathon on the laptop. I usually eschew the TV.

This entire adventure into shark filled waters I noticed how natural everything was. B was very comfortable, very relaxed, and he appeared to enjoy everything. Ojesus. I was very natural too, if a person could be thinking OjesusOjesusOjesus every second while basking in delightfulness. To lighten things up a bit I joked about harems and having other women over while B cleaned the bathroom. He said he had found his ex's tampons in one of the bathroom drawers and threw them out. I said no, he should keep them for other ladies who happen by. He should also keep the blow dryer, extra toothbrushes, and even girly shampoo. It would make him a prince among men for being so well equipped. Ha. And really I don't mind. Especially since I'd been helping myself to his ex's face cream & other toilettries she left behind. What do I care? It IS damn convenient.

I only hope, when this is all over I can casually and calmy say, "B I'm going to miss playing with your cock, but I hope we'll always be friends." I know I'm being nihilistic thinking this won't last or have a good ending... but until I get way pass the one year mark I won't stop waiting for the other shoe to drop.