Buzzed.

Tonight I went out with the BFF. We have been friends for a few years now. She is amazing. We started out working together, and it progressed into a strong friendship that I am very thankful for. She is alot of fun too, which helps.

We went out for dinner to begin with. Italian. I told her about Alabama Boy and how I am excited if he comes this weekend. She listened to the "For real" message and thought it was funny as I did. I knew there was a reason we are friends.

After dinner, we did a little shopping and then went to a bar. I am a bar girl. I like dive bars. Dark places where the bartenders are cool as shit and there is a jukebox. I used to be a DJ so I appreciate any place that lets ME pick the music. We were having a good time and I was scoping a couple of guys. At the other end of the bar there was a cute but not too cute guy in a blue shirt. He seemed engrossed in what was going on on the TV. It was baseball, basketball, something like that. I am not really sure which sport, it switched between the two and I was drinking my signature. (Malibu and Red Bull with a shot of Orange Vodka dropped in) He was cute, in an unassuming way. I don't think he knew he was cute. I like guys like that. Not too cocky. After much persuading from the BFF I bought him a shot. She asked the bartender what kind of shot he would like, and he told us, and I bought it. Easy enough. Except that it wasn't. I haven't been single too long and for some reason I was very weird about buying him a shot but I did it. And guess what. He was a cocky sonofabitch. Thats my guess anyway. He checked me out a few times after that, but only when I wasn't looking at him. Maybe he was shy. I don't know. Guys need to realize they would get a LOT more ass if they weren't fucking shy. *sigh* Oh, well. There is always tomorrow. I just miss blow jobs SOOOOOOOOO badly. For real. I know its crazy. Get off my ass. If you do it right, blow jobs are awesome. Hot guy, in your back pocket, because you made him crazy with your mouth. Doesn't get any better than that.

Made it home safely. Now going to bed.

P.S. Alabama Boy called me when I got home to make sure I was safe. I appreciate that. I don't know what to make of our situation. I am just going to enjoy it and see where it leads.

For Real.

So, last night I get a text from Alabama Boy. He says that he is thinking about coming to visit me this weekend. What?!?!?!?! I mean, yes, of course I want him to come. But I was surprised to say the least.

In fact, I really really want him to come. We talk to easily. It would be nice to have one of our great conversations face-to-face. He makes me laugh. I cannot tell you how important that is. No sense of humor? Then I can't date you, be with you, talk to you. Yesterday, we were on the phone, and I kept saying "For real" at the end of my sentences. I think I was overtired so instead of using good adjectives to tell my story I added "For real" instead. Lame, but I digress. So, we get off the phone and I get a picture message from him. He has an incredulous look on his face and the phone says "press OK to hear audio." Hmmm.... I pressed OK and there was a 30 second message of him saying "For real? For real, for real? No, you've got to be kidding. For real?" It went on and on.

His ability to make fun of me said so much. I was laughing at his message and thinking about how odd it is that he makes me happy from so far away.

I don't know what is going to come of us, but I think that eventually, it could be something good.

Anticipation.

So, I just got off the phone with Alabama Boy. Damn, he is hot. I just wish he lived closer. I haven't had the privilege of seeing his dick in person, BUT, seeing as he is a fan of texting I have seen pictures. And let me tell you...its perfect.

There is, of course, such a thing as a perfect dick. I don't want it to be too big. But, it should have some length to it. And be thick. Oh, God, it has to be thick. He actually sent me a video of him masturbating. It was hot. Very hot. I get hot thinking about it. He was good with his hands you know? So, now, when I need a good fantasy this is a good fall back. I remember his hands and think about how amazing its going to be when I get to fuck him. And I will. Even if I have to drive to Alabama.

Alabama Boy and I met randomly. He accidentally sent me a text message. (How, I beg of you, does that happen??) But we hit it off and have been talking since. We keep planning for him to visit here but so far nothing absolutely concrete. The day he does come though, I am going to suck that beautiful cock for all its worth. There is nothing like giving a great blow job. I get excited thinking about it. My mouth gets all wet. I just think about Alabama Boy talking dirty to me in his accent...Mmm... Seriously.

I feel the need to add here that I actually like Alabama Boy. Yes, he is hot, but there is more than that. He is funny, really funny, and doesn't seem to mind that I have an incredibly dry sense of humor and am hopelessly sarcastic. In fact, he gets it.

But, for now I have to find other ways to get off. So, Future Archaeologist and I are planning on getting together soon. I say to my friends that its a date. It's not. It's all about the sex. We met in a bar, had instant amazing chemistry and we were practically fooling around right there AT THE BAR. I don't normally do that. But, it was his birthday. He talked dirty right from the start. That's what I'm talking about!! I'll never forget one of the first things he said to me. He said, half-jokingly, "I want to fuck you." I know, I know. It sounds terrible. But if you were there and saw the situation, part of me said it was funny. And the other part said "Really? How big is it?"
So, after the making out and being handsy at the bar we exchanged numbers. And, let me tell you, he has amazing hands. I keep thinking about how forceful they were. Not in an unwelcome way but in a "I want you and I am going to be in control of how I have you," way. It was hot. We have been talking a few weeks now and we hammered out the details of our next encounter a few days ago.
He texted me and, after some small talk, said that he was really missing blow jobs. I had mentioned to him in an earlier conversation how much I loved giving them. I told him that I would be happy to give him one but only if I got something in return. So, his reply was "Should we negotiate the terms?" This led to some pretty fun text messaging. I had never negotiated a sex session before.

Details of the text messaging and negotiations to follow.