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I’m still slammed at work, which is probably obvious by the complete post shortage going on here. Trust me – it hurts me more than it hurts you.

Last night went very well…minus some of the silly stuff I did while drunk and had to hear about this morning. Nothing business-damaging, just a little extra. I talked too much and repeated myself a lot. A lot a lot. My bad. I’ll recap the trip to the theatre later.

After getting turned down for sex last night I woke up this morning with a mission. I wasn’t letting Mr. D out of my apartment without getting some of that. Lately I feel rather greedy when it comes to sex. Like I want to get as much as I can in case it ends. I have a high sex drive and when it’s as awesome as it is with Mr. D…well, it’s just a no-brainer.

This morning the funniest thing happened, though. I mean – it wasn’t funny in the moment, but looking back it’s quite funny. So we’re having sex, me on top so that my hair wouldn’t get messed up, and after my 4th o I noticed that he didn’t look right. “Dude are you ok?” I asked him.

“No, I’m not.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I have to crap.”

Oh. My. God. I jumped off that dick faster than you could say crap and he sat up in the bed. When he started rubbing the back of his thigh I realized that he’d actually said “I have a cramp.” It was obvious he was in a ton of pain so I was trying not to laugh too hard at my mistake, but inside I was dying.

We didn’t get a chance to finish.

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