Thursday, August 25, 2011

Just Go With It.

So earlier this week Rocket Man introduced me to a friend of his who is a record producer. Rocket Man is still obsessed with my voice and wants to "further my career." He introduced me to this record producer a few months ago over email, and we became friends on Facebook, but I had not met him in person until this week.

We met for coffee, and then the Producer took me and Rocket Man to his studio - a beautiful set up in an even more beautiful house - so we could play around. We had a great session singing and playing guitar - just jamming, really. I had fun. The Producer is really charming and funny in a self-deprecating way. We spent the afternoon making music and then the Producer and Rocket Man dropped me off at a friends' house, where I was due for a visit.

Later that night I texted the Producer to tell him I had made it home safe, and that it had been nice to meet him. He jokingly invited himself over to hang out and watch a movie with me, and I told him he was most welcome. And within 30 minutes, he was in my house. Within another hour, he was in me.

I wasn't sure I was totally attracted to the Producer (he's cute enough, but in a hip hop kind of a way, which isn't really my thing), but I knew he was certainly into me when we were watching a movie and he sat up suddenly, turned me over, and slapped my ass.

"I'm sorry," he said, laughing. "I've been dying to do that all night." We both laughed hysterically. Then his hands were on my breasts and we were kissing and it felt so good that I just went with it. For hours.




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