He Still Has A Pair

I had already met Poodle at the airport and shared many pleasantly awkward moments during the trek from baggage claim to my truck. Once inside the truck and out of view of other travelers, we ate each other's face and thoroughly enjoyed the ability to have physical contact once again. It was only on our way back to my apartment that Poodle did the unthinkable. He sighed and said "what the hell?!" and reached over and turned the radio off. It wasn't loud and offending, just a soft counrty tune. I would have pulled over onto the shoulder and stopped if the traffic wasn't as intimidating. Instead, I cut a glare at him and hissed, "You must think you have quite the pair to turn off MY radio in MY truck." And that pretty much set the tone for his stay down here. We're having a great time, though. He still plays World of Warcraft until the early morning hours and it's my resposibility as a caring and sex craved girlfriend to try and distract him. I've managed to seduce him from the computer every night since he's been here. Just last night I donned the skimpy school girl outfit with the miniskirt and 4 or 5 inch stripped heels. I plugged in my ipod and listened to James Otto, "Just Got Started Lovin' You" and danced and did a short strip tease. It was short because Poodle tends to get a bit...aggressive..when he's aroused.

Maya kissed him for the first time yesterday! It was cute! She was playing as a big intimidating bird, puffing up all her feathers and trying to scare him off. Then she leaned forward, (cause I was hugging him), and kissed him on the nose!

I'll add more later.