"When we drive, we thrive. You are there."

Things are back to normal, amazingly enough. I don't know what happened- things changed, overnight, literally.

Rob came home last night, drunk. He'd been at the bar. I was drunk, too, and we were both in awesome moods. He came and sat down next to me on the futon, and we bullshitted for a minute before he turned to me and said, "Take off your clothes."

I know, hot.

We had sex, and it was good. We kissed and touched and played, and it was good. It wasn't phenomenal drunk sex, but it was pretty good. Especially considering I haven't had sex with him in almost two weeks.

He and I have been back to normal since then. We both got up at 11:30 this morning, and we sat around and bullshitted for a while, like we used to. We made fun of each other, and he played his guitar. Tonight, we went to the diner, and we laughed it up over tea and Mountain Dew like we used to. We went to Kyle's, laughed some more. It's just been good.


In other sex-related news, I went out of town again with one of my girlfriends, Amy. She happens to live in the same town as Mike, and I ended up staying with him on the first night there. We had sex- surprise. The two of us can't be in a room alone without wanting to bang.

It was an incredible night, actually. He took control of me, like we always does, but this time, it seemed more like he was trying to make me happy, too. He ended up putting a pillow down on the floor, with a little swivel stool in front of me. He tied my wrists behind my back, and I got on my knees. He made me shut my eyes (which I had to do, or else I'd be punished), and dumped ice water on me and ran ice cubes all over my body. (I have an ice fetish, so that's definitely not a bad thing.) Then he bent me over the stool and fucked my brains out. He told me that my pussy was so hot that he almost came in me as soon as he started fucking me. Apparently, ice water makes my pussy warm. :D

He also told me that I was so wet that I was actually dripping. When he reached around to feel me, he said that it was dripping down my thigh. I don't think I've ever been that wet in my life.

And then we 69'ed. Now, those of you who don't know Mike, know that he, for whatever reason, doesn't go down on me often. So, to have me sitting on his face...that was amazing. And, my GOD, it felt so good. I love having someone eat me out. It takes me a while to get adjusted to it- I have some severe issues with letting someone go down on me. I don't know why, because it always feels so fucking good. It's my absolute favorite thing- 90% of the time that I masturbate, I'm thinking about someone going down on me.

So, yeah, that was an awesome experience. I'm glad I got laid then, too, because I'd been sexless for over a week, and it was starting to drive me absolutely insane. My vibrator's amazing, but it can only get you so far.

There's my week in a nutshell. Let's hope the rest of the week plays out similarly. :D