marielmia

Mariel is MIA
2020-06-18 09:18:39 (UTC)

One way, or another...

One way or another, i knew it was coming.
i'm not an idiot and i didn't put my head in the sand at all. Maybe i was just waiting for him to drop it on me. And so, at breakfast, came this: "I want you to pick up Paintball Dude on your way home tonight." WTF? " Yeah, he won't be staying at your place this weekend. He's going back in the middle of next week, so i invited him here for the weekend. He's tested, quarantined and it's fine." And just like that, it was so. We had a discussion that led nowhere, except him mentioning i should be cool with it cause the dude fucked me a while back- as if i didn't remember And that's ok once i fuck someone, they get some kind membership to my ass? Really??

Then that littlest part of him, the insecure piece, had to inquire what it was we did those nights he was in my house last week. I know he knows nothing untoward went on, but he wanted me to tell what did happen, that we actually behaved like adults. Not lover adults, but adults, thrown into an awkward situation. Awkward was his doing, really. i didn't tell him how horny i was with this dude just on the other side of my bedroom wall, nor that i wasn't all that quiet doing my doings- no show mind you- but maybe just enough to be heard, and maybe to allow some wonder?

So i asked what he thought was going to go on this weekend and he said, it would all unfold. So there i am, getting ready for my 45 minute commute and a bit pissed. i mean, i can clearly handle myself. But sometimes, i just want to know where i stand with M. i know he fills my void. Security, structure. That's important. Especially since i'm not the most emotionally stable girl out there.
Of course, everything has a price.
One way, or another.




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