I like romance, and not the planned out kind. I’m talking about the Monday night drunkin conversations, talking shit on each other, laughing, kissing, cuddling and watching movies with a bottle of bourbon, kind. The night where hickies were made, sex was inevitable, and love is rediscovered.
When I woke up this morning, I realized it wasn’t a dream when he was holding me in his arms tighter than ever. But it could only last for so long…
Having a cute waiter like I’ll have the chicken with a side of that dick
I just want good sex and an ice cream sundae, right now..