I wanted birthday sex. From the moment he picked me up for my birthday dinner that was all I thought about. I didn’t think anything was going to happen but I hoped it would because the birthday pussy was craving a birthday service.

It was a great dinner but my mind wouldn’t let go on the sex. He took me back home. We sat in the car gisting about the utter randomness of life and our jobs. My parents were in the house so if he came in, that was the end of the birthday sex dream. It was time for him to head home. I wanted to go home with him but he had company and I wasn’t about to meet any family members. I gave him a kiss and got out the car. We both waved goodbye. Bleep, I was Hot but it didn’t seem like I was going to get any.

As I walked into the house I realized, waiting for something I wanted so badly was a lazy outlook on life. I dropped my bag at the front door, took off my underwear, picked up my phone and told him to turn around.

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