So the other day I was home, Viva Viagra was home and yeah, y’all know how that goes. I told him that after MONTHS of searching, I finally found my rabbit (my closet is full, ‘k?). He had never played with one and, of course, hightailed it up to my apartment. We pretty much got right down to business, although he was still too chatty for my liking. I was like, umm, yeah, I know why you’re here … let’s get to it. I did attempt to set a mood by first tossing the cats out of the bedroom, lighting a few candles, and having my iPod cued up to drown out the construction noise from the street.
As usual, Lil’ Viva Viagra didn’t really cooperate at first. Up, down, up, down. Christ Almighty, I was ready to scream … as much as I love the rabbit, I’d rather be fucked by a substantial dick. FINALLY he got hard … the trick, I think, is to take the attention off of his semi-limp dick, as soon as he started lavishing attention on me, the lil’ guy swelled right up.
The sex was great, as it always is … when we have it lol … but I’m starting to feel like this “meaningless” sex isn’t doing the trick for me right now. But that’s me talking at 1:26 p.m. on a Sunday. Ask me in 5 minutes and my opinion may have changed. LOL
