Date: January 1

Time: 11:11 a.m. EST

Big Dick: Make it to the airport on time?

Me: Who is this?

Big Dick: How many big dicks do you know?

Me: Enough to make me wonder.

Big Dick: How about the last big dick that was in your bed?

Me: Keen, it’s you. Sorry :)

Big Dick: haha! Glad I made such an impression.

Me: By the name you gave yourself in my phone I assume you think it was a big one.

Big Dick: With the way you were screaming my name, I didn’t think there were any complaints.

Me: bahaha! I didn’t realize you’d changed your name after we exchanged numbers last night.

Big Dick: Did it while we were exchanging numbers. You were too distracted by my big dick.

Me: Was I? Don’t remember. Do you see stars when you come?

Big Dick: Ummm…no. Do you?

Me: Sometimes.

Big Dick: Did you see stars when I made you come?

Me: A girl never tells. They’re telling us to turn off our phones.

Big Dick: Way to leave me hanging.

Me: By the way, I’m changing your name to Best Lay Ever.

Big Dick: You weren’t half bad yourself, Maggie May. Have a safe flight, bedwrecker.

Date: January 1

Time: 9:12 p.m. PST

Me: Made it home. I smell like you.

Best Lay Ever: Wish I could smell you.

Me: Me too. What are you doing?

Best Lay Ever: Working. What about you?

Me: Lying in my bed.

Best Lay Ever: What are you wearing?

Me: OMG! I knew you were going to ask me that.

Best Lay Ever: What guy wouldn’t say that when a gorgeous girl says she is lying in bed, haha.

Me: You’re so full of compliments. Because of that I’ll tell you. A camisole and your black boxer briefs. Did you miss them? haha

Best Lay Ever: You’re sneaky...bedwrecker. I looked all over that room after you left. Had to meet Cam going commando.

Me: I’ll keep them safe for you until you get here.

Best Lay Ever: When I get there, you will not be wearing my boxers though.

Me: What do you want me wearing?

Best Lay Ever: Not a goddamn thing.

Me: That can be arranged.

Best Lay Ever: Good. Just so you know, I’m going to book a room for that weekend at the Montage Resort.

Me: :( You’re not staying here with me?

Best Lay Ever: You’re staying with me. With as loud as you are, the last thing I want is my brother hearing you scream my name all night. And it will be all night, Maggie.

Me: Changing your name to Mr. Arrogant.

Mr. Arrogant: Sir would be better, but I preferred Best Lay Ever.

Me: I’ll be dreaming of you. Sweet Dreams. :)

Mr. Arrogant: Sleep well, Maggie, but my dreams will be anything but sweet.

Date: January 2

Time: 5:06 a.m. PST

Mr. Arrogant: To answer your question, I don’t see stars when I come, I don’t see anything. It’s more of a feeling.

Me: What kind of feeling?

Mr. Arrogant: Like everything makes sense in the world, for that short time, anyway. Like I can see things so clearly.

Me: You are awful philosophical for so early in the morning. If I weren’t so tired I’d change your name to Socrates.

Mr. Arrogant: I’m pretty sure he had a big dick.

Me: See, your mind always goes to sex.

Mr. Arrogant: So does yours. After all, you asked the question. I thought about it and gave you an answer.

Me: Much appreciated. I like the stars better.

Mr. Arrogant: haha! Later.

Date: January 2

Time: 9:02 a.m. PST

Mr. Arrogant: Booked my flight.

Me: Well aren’t you efficient today!

Me: Now that I’m awake, I can tell you that I dreamt of you last night.

Man of My Dreams: Hold that thought. Headed to a meeting and can’t be sporting wood when I walk in.

Me: So this is a bad time to tell you my dream was about my mouth all over your big dick?

Man of My Dreams: Fuck me, Maggie. You’re killing me here.

Me: That was the goal. See ya ;)

Man of My Dreams: I wish...then you could take care of this massive hard-on I have now. Have a good one.

Date: January 2

Time: 7:24 p.m. PST

Me: Got your flowers.

Rod Stewart: ?

Me: I know it was you. The card was signed by Rod Stewart. Clever. They are beautiful. That was really sweet.

Rod Stewart: You got me. And I’ve never been called sweet.

Me: There’s a first time for everything.

Rod Stewart: There is, and some firsts I wouldn’t mind trying out when I see you.

Me: Does your mind always go to sex?

Rod Stewart: Always. Don’t you want to know what I’m thinking, my little bedwrecker?

Me: I’m sure it has something to do with sex…and firsts. Well I hate to break the news…but I think you already know I’m not a virgin.

Rod Stewart: Oh, you’re wrong.

Me: (smiley face with a laughing tear)

Rod Stewart: …

Me: Okay, I give! What are you thinking about?

Rod Stewart: Knew you’d want to know. I’m thinking about how I’m going to take that sweet virgin ass of yours. Soon. And then I’m going to come all over it.

Rod Stewart: It’s been over a minute. Nothing to say?

Me: I have to run.

Rod Stewart: Yeah, more like run scared.

Me: Never.

Date: January 2

Time: 7:52 p.m. PST

Me: I’m home. Call me.

Rod Stewart: Give me a couple of hours.

Me: Where are you?

Rod Stewart: Work.

Me: This late? You really are a Wall Street wolf.

Wall Street Wolf: Yep. Gotta run. I have houses to blow down.

Me: Or teeth marks to leave behind.

Wall Street Wolf: Only on you, bedwrecker.

Me: ☺

Date: January 2

Time: 10:49 p.m. PST

Me: Tell me what you think about when you masturbate.

Wall Street Wolf: Right now, you.

Me: Holy fuck, you’re masturbating right now?

Wall Street Wolf: Got me all excited earlier, couldn’t help myself.

Me: Are you really touching your big dick?

Wall Street Wolf: I should say yes since it has you all hot and bothered, but no, I’m still at work.

Me: It’s almost 2 a.m. there!

Wall Street Wolf: Yeah, working on something big. Good news is no one is around, so if you want to help a guy out, I’d be happy to repay favor later.

Me: …

Me: Did you get my picture?

Wall Street Wolf: Hell, yeah, I got that picture. Fuck me, Maggie. Those tits are gorgeous. See what you do to me?

Me: You know I have a weakness for suits?

Wall Street Wolf: It’s not the suit you should be looking at.

Me: Can’t help myself, your hand inching into the waistband isn’t enough to get me off, but the suit, now that has me wet.

Wall Street Wolf: How the fuck am I supposed to work when I’m constantly hard. Gotta go before I really do have to jerk off in the office. I’ll call you in an hour when I get home.

Me: I’ll just be touching myself until then.

Wall Street Wolf: FUCK ME.

Me: I hope to. ☺