hat trick

washing up the kitchen, admittedly belatedly, had to move aside the champagne glasses from the tugboat crew to wash the teapot from new boy and put the water glass from b-boy in the dishwasher.

okay, yes, b-boy was in the hood tonight, and I needed to wash the memory of the new boy off of me. he came over all sweet and relatively sober, we had lovely slippery shower sex after he modeled his tighty whities from under his softball outfit.

he may not fuck me, but he’s definitely boy enough for me.