Puddle Puddle

What an interesting concept, having someone to cuddle and play with while out at night. When the music is hard and the lights are trippin you out,  human contact is soothing and feels amazing. But  O no, no love puddle of mine. I make river happens. I'm not trying to be the one you kick it with in between sets as your play toy, that's not how I roll. I want something more. We are big deals around here. Unless we are getting paid, we don't just touch anyone for no reason. If I'm touching you, it's because I want to, and like it, no matter what state of mind I'm in. I want you to feel good, duh. And touching is a powerful thing.

Arm candy? Ha ha, I can do that in my sleep. Plus, I'd rather be warm when I go out; let's save that for the bed room, please. I'm not hatin, rock it if you got it girl. Been there done that; that's not how I roll. Give me more of challenge, please. I want something that makes me nervous excited and will put me in my place when need be.

Clearly, I need to teach you a thing or two. I see it now. There is no limit to my love, but it's comes with a cost. Nothing is for free babe. You have to work for what you want. Working gets tiring, so there may be a limit to the amount of effort I'm willing to put in though.

This weekend was eye opening, but I guess its time to move onto the next one :(. I hate waiting for it to come, it takes so long to find one I want. Thanks to all who help made it possible, it ended up being prefect!