(If you want to skip the boring-soft-erotic-novel part, read below the XXX If you want to read how I met this man, read the first post on my profile, sorry don’t know how to link it on the app)
*Ding ding* “Babe, I’m back in *my city*, let’s meet!”
*Ring ring* No answer
*Ding ding* “Where are you? I really want to see you.”
Thoughts running in my head frantically: no way is he back, no way is he calling **me** wanting to meet 2 years later after we last met, no way is the man who took my fuck-buddies’ virginity back, and no way do I have to be in this fucking office when he is **back**!
“Hey you! Welcome back! I’m working, how long are you back for?”
“Can’t know for sure, babe, checking some teams to sign with but nothing is confirmed yet. I’m leaving the city in an hour.”
Ok, so the footballer is back… I’m not seeing anyone currently, my Tinder dates are in competition of who’s gonna win the Let’s-Make-This-Her-Most-Memorable-Date-In-The-Worst-Possible-Way prize, I haven’t been fucked that good in a long time, and I reaaally miss the animalistic, rough sex I’ve had with him… But he’s so addicting… Do I really want to see him and get hooked on his dick again?