last night was one of my best sex ever.
in fact, i can still feel a slight tinge of pain in my pelvic area with all that pounding i did in the kitchen counter top, in the sofa, in the bathroom, in the floor, in the dining table, in the bed, and in the terrace overlooking crowne plaza.
it was the culmination of a two-week-long drought that saw me engaging with a few meet-ups and escaping at the right time.
this is what happens when partner goes away without telling me where he's gone, not answering my calls and not replying to any of my messages.
doing it without any remorse, i say stan has resurfaced.