*lights up a newport one hunnit*
Ain't dat much busy in the world. He gotta come home n sh..t shower n shave. Go to his house, ph...k da hell outta him and tell him while ur ph..kn him that all you wanted to do was ph..k him. Make it good to him to. Then leave. No laying in the after glow. No starbucks run, nuffin.
Grab ya draws, bra, clothes, get dressed, kiss him on the dorehead and leave.
When you leave, he'll be layin in da wet spot tryna figure out what da hell just happened. By the rime he dummies up and figures it out, you'll be home purring and cheesin like a cat cuz you got that off.
Now watch how he starts blowin up your phone tawkin bout some when am I gonna see you again, etc. you got the power now, and I wouldn't even respond. Watch how his "busy" as..s become "unbusy" and has all of this time.
Never allow a man to come over and mess up ur sheets. I understand ur puddi is in a crisis, but lets be sensible here. Especially since he's tryna play. People make time for what they wanrt to do, even sex'n.
Yall could still be friends and hang oug, but if his sex game is on point and you want it again, screw him on your terms at his place. When he starts textn, your busy just like he was busy....see where Im going with this?
Scuse the typos. HaTe this ipad sometimes.
*plucks ash n put da newport out*