Unknown number:And here I thought you still listen to rip-your-heart-out emo music instead of being a Swiftie. What happened to My Chemical Romance and Thirty Seconds to Mars?
I giggle at his reply. It amazes me that he remembers two of my all-time favorite bands.
Rose:Everything has changed.
Unknown number:Even I know THAT song. But honestly, it’s such a shame that you changed your name, you’ll always be a Maggie to me.
Rose:Well, you’re mistaking me for someone else then.
Unknown number:I’m pretty sure I’m not. But if you say so, gorgeous. Now we just have to think about our date. Have you changed your mind yet?
Rose:Not happening before the article is done.
Unknown number:You better get writing then. *winky face emoji*
Rose:My deadline isn’t until early next month, and there are other things I need to do as well. So it’ll take some time before I’m done.
I add Eli’s number into my phone before I forget. Seeing his name on my screen feels like I’m dreaming.
Eli:I bet those things don’t include spending time with me.
Rose:You’re so full of it.
Eli:And I thought you would be fun like back then.
Rose:Good night, random person. It was great while it lasted.
Eli:Good night, Not Maggie.
Eli:I bet you didn’t even save my number.
Rose:You’ll never find out.
Rose:Good night, Eli.
Eli:Good night, Rose.
Now that I think about him after our little exchange, I should rub it out before bed. It doesn’t hurt to consider it, as I am sexually frustrated after staring at Eli for hours without many touches. Also, his alluring scent whenever he moved or walked past me made me think how his body must have developed over the years. Eli was still a young boy compared to the man he is now. Seven years can change a lot. All that taut muscle against me would feel amazing.
The hug and a quick peck on my forehead earlier only made me think about all the R-rated things we could do. Not yet, though. I need to get my emotions under control first. But one day, hopefully soon, I’ll get to relive one of the best nights of my life.
I think he wants me more than I could have imagined. We were definitely flirting today—I could feel it in how he talked and kept looking my way. All the sexual tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
There are still things to discuss before we get naked together, we just can’t bang it out like horny teenagers. I also need to finish interviewing him before we take the next step. It isn’t smart to mix business and pleasure.
Till I can have him again in all the ways I want, I trust my dear friend, Battery Operated Boyfriend—Bob, for short. My favorite is the one that uses suction technology.
In my case, Bob provides me with a release I’ve never felt before. As someone who struggles with orgasms, both with and without a partner, I was blown away by how well it worked the first time. My sex life will never be the same. I still haven’t tried it while having sex with another person, which is high on my bucket list.
Locking the door, I turn off the lights and put on my night lamp. Taking off my underwear and pulling my tank top over my head, I get ready for some alone time.
I pull out Bob from my nightstand and hum happily.
The anticipation before the orgasm is something special, don’t you think?
I lightly touch my right nipple and cup my breast.
My hands are too small for this.
