Whew.

Thursday night my mouth wrote a check. I was surfing through Nerve.com personals at the time. So I was in a sort of saucy state of mind. If you're looking for personals, these are really good ones, by the way.

We were talking about Jake's birthday and what dick she wanted. Girths, lengths. Would the same length as the cyberdick be good for Deb.

Bad: Hell, go strap on and try it out.
Deb: Well, unfortunately ... [Deb was on one of the worst days of her period.
Bad: Oh, yeah. Sorry honey. Hell, go strap on and fuck me. I'll tell you if she'll like it.
Jake: Well, I'd want to do some flogging before I did that.
Bad: Sure. Go for it.
Jake: Oh, yeah?
Bad: Yeah! [inside voice: holy shit, I think she means it]

And she did. Well it was a little late in the evening to start Thursday night. But she hasn't changed her mind about wanting to flog and fuck me either.

And I don't know if you can tell from her diary, but Jake has had this aura of uber-butch confidence and cockiness lately. She's been Mr. Laid-back and studly, exuding a fog of dominant , in-charge ... um ... she's been a bad-ass sex machine.

... and I'm askeered.

I've been trying to figure out a headspace where I can handle what Jake's getting ready to dish out, and it wasn't working. I was about to call it off, risking the merciless taunting of Sara. Then I thought about getting on my knees and sucking Jake's cock, and that felt really good. Mmm. Daddy.

But I got a reprieve. Sara and I had a date this afternoon, and then I found the WUSA game on PAX and decided I wanted to watch that so I'd know what was going on when I go shoot the Beat next weekend. Jake spent a good portion of today at work, and didn't seem to mind putting it off another day. Whew.

Alex took Lauren's virginity today. Mmmmm, sweet.