I look at him and think it would be so easy. Too easy.
It would only take a little suggestion, the slightest flirtation.
He is after all in the comfortable fun friend zone. He is just waiting to be invited in closer.
I could take him home with me tonight. Temporarily fill what is missing. Warm my bed, entice a laugh. Keep me from being alone.
But what would I do with him in the morning? He'd make me tea. Fix my garage door. Find excuses not to go as I pushed him out.
After the fifth morning after text I would regret my weakness, questioning my impulsiveness.
Until I was horny again.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
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2 comments:
You need to take him home. Then write about it.
Greg the Hun
Sweet thing don't do that to a friend. Use a stranger. I'll give you my number.
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