It’s Sunday March 8, 10:39am as I begin typing and I just got my first facial about 7 hours ago.
The build up was… divine. I went out with some friends Saturday night for a much needed girls night. You know the drill, over dressed for cheap drinks in French quarter bars. I don’t live far from the French quarter so one of my friends decided to pick me up. I’m texting my boyfriend seeing how he’s doing with the baby. These two are eating a gallon of ice cream watching cartoons on the sofa, it’s adorable. He checks on me again a few hours later, probably midnight-ish to see how we’re getting along making sure I don’t need to be picked up. I’m still relatively sober and for whatever reason the desire hit me and I began flirting. I wanted to tease him and I wanted him to tease me back so I initiated. I’m dressed for comfort. I was in a blue maxi dress with a thin jacket since it was a bit cool that night. I asked what he wanted me to do and he asked if I was wearing panties. I went to the bathroom and sent him a picture of them dangling from my index finger “not anymore.”