After our first meet up, I was eager to see [my RAOBJ friend again](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pi43uu/my_25f_success_finding_a_redditor_29m_who_was/). He and I had enjoyed some very good chemistry, both chatting at the tea shop, between the sheets, and while we recovered from the orgasms we’d given each other.
I knew that I wanted to see him again while I was in town, but we were coming up on New Year’s weekend and I had a few commitments. As I evaluated my schedule, I saw that there was at least room to squeeze him in the morning of the holiday.
This time, I was pretty sure I wanted him to bury his cock in my pussy and fuck me stupid. While I was fairly sure he felt the same, I wasn’t sure how to communicate this in a light-hearted way in case I misread his cues. I also knew he’d been in a bit of a dry spell and wanted confirmation that he was ready for it to be over. Looking back, I probably didn’t have to do this, but I’m a huge over-thinker.
***What are you envisioning happening when I come over tomorrow?*** I texted.
*I want to fuck you,* he replied. *What do you think about that?*