First, the mix:
1 spray of IO on each wrist
2 sprays of IH x2 on the neck (front and back)
Since my father passed away in early January, the fledgling relationship I was in has been teetering. I emotionally pulled back and my g/f could completely tell.
We had been working on it, but the “L” word was not being used anymore.
She’s been hinting all week that it had been awhile since she had seen me. Work is stressful, being that I’m at a retailer’s corp office. Family matters have been upsetting since dad’s passing, and I’m still having trouble ridding myself of my ex’s ghost since last August. (We work at the same office and she’s dating someone else from our office now.) On top of all that, my tax money is bailing out what feels like everyone but me and my job security. (B&M Retail is HURTING.) There are rumors of a 2nd round of layoffs tomorrow.
With all the stress I’m feeling, I told my girl that I think I’d come back to normal if she didn’t pressure me and just let me relax around her again. (She had been pressuring me for status updates almost daily to make sure I wasn’t going to break up with her…which wasn’t helping.)
Anywho…even with all that baggage, my g/f is giving me the hints that I should come over because I haven’t seen her in a while. I got a steamy MMS, along with teasing that I should come over a few nights ago when she knew I could not.
So we make dinner plans at her place tonight. Work’s a bitch and I’m late. Stressed, we watch a bit of TV together and she goes upstairs to get ready for her early bedtime.
I go upstairs as she’s finishing up and give her the alpha male treatment she likes: push her down on the bed and start the affection.
She responds well, but stops me before things get really intimate.
We go back downstairs and watch more TV.
I try teasing some more and she’s just physically not responding well anymore.
Then it comes out.
“Um…<silence for 30 seconds>…so…do you think you’re any closer to using the “L” word again?”
Geez, talk about a mood killer. I actually felt like relaxing and coming around emotionally for a bit, then I feel the pressure again. She knows I had a rotten day. (Found a $20,000 mistake that “might” have saved a job had I caught it sooner.) But telling me she wants me to get physical with her then holding it hostage until I tell her everything’s fine is just plain sadistic. I sat there and said I didn’t know how to answer the question. I felt baited. Then she put her nose in my neck, recognized it wasn’t the usual mix containing TUTH, asked if I was wearing my pheros, then said it was nice.
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I gave her a backrub and then went home. Thanks IH, next time tell her to shut up. ![]()
Thanks for listening!