MC and I started talking and messaging more about what we wanted.
Over lunch one day, he looked at me dead in the eye and said I would love to grab your hair, shove you into this table and fuck you. It was out of context for the conversation we were having prior. But without hesitation, I said… and I would love that. We stared at each other a moment before moving on from the conversation. But I wished he would grab me, push me, do anything to me. I didn’t care. I wanted him to touch me, to look at me, to tell me what he wants me to do.
On another occasion, we had a dinner event and I drank too much. The food was amazing, the wine was incredible and he was telling some stories about his past. It was so damn hot listening to him speak, he is incredible. Everything in my body just wanted to touch him, to worship him, to please him. But I just listened to him.
I sent him a text during dinner. ‘Please fuck me’
He didn’t respond. He didn’t acknowledge that he even received it. Though when the dinner finished, I was clearly a little drunk. I had thrown up in the bathroom. But he held my hand and walked me back to my hotel
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