Who’s at the door?

Normally I would freak out if a guy showed up on my doorstep unannounced, but not tonight.  I spent most of the day doing boring cleaning stuff and writing.  I was about to get in the shower when Art sent me a text saying he was walking home in the rain.  I told him he should have called to ask me for a ride.  Not that I wanted to move my car, because it is Mardi Gras and finding parking is a bitch now.  For him though, I would have taken that chance.

Two minutes later I heard the buzzer.  He was downstairs!  Oh dear Lord!  I had to rush to get my clothes back on and looked like a hot mess, but I couldn’t leave him standing in the rain.  So I rushed downstairs to let him in.  I was happy to see him, but I wished I didn’t look like I did.  Thankfully he didn’t seem to mind.

He came upstairs and said he had worked all day and just needed to get out of the house.  He had run some errands and decided to stop by and see what I was up to.  Of course I immediately wondered if he was just checking up on me to see if I was here alone.  He doesn’t seem like that type, but you never know.  Either way I was happy to see him, but he couldn’t stay for very long.  He had to go back home and work some more.  😦

Now I’m here alone again, horny as hell, and bored to tears.  It seems like no matter how much time I get to spend with him it is never enough.  He’s just so much fun to be with.  Shit.  I’m so screwed.

Is it too early to put my Christmas request in to Santa?  All I want for Christmas is that boy.

Happy humping!

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