I was at work and that’s when my phone buzzed. It’s a message from Emy, she has made reservations for dinner at 8 in this up and coming restaurant. Well, something to look forward to. I felt bad that I was more eager to try the restaurant than to see her.
Emy and I have been in a relationship for over a year now. We met at a club on New year’s Eve. She was dancing mindlessly right infront of me. With each beat she dropped her legs as if she is stomping the floor but not to hurt. Her glittery tank top got illuminated by the disco lights and her shorts could barely contain her gifted buttocks. In a frenzy, she moved backwards and stepped on my foot. But instead of apologizing, she told me “back off, bugger”. I let her disrespect me then. But later that night at my place, when my face was between her glossy thighs, the way she sounded would’ve made Hitler rethink his decisions.
In the evening, she was already there waiting for me by the time i reached the restaurant. “I’m soooo sorry, the traffic in this city! Oh god” I said as I settled down facing her.