Friday night - Eric out of town again. He doesn't expect me to stay home, but he doesn't expect "risky behavior" either.
The girls and I went to a country bar about an hour from town. We dressed the part, had a designated driver and agreed to stay together. It was fun - dancing the night away, downing Moscow Mules and just being silly.
At the beginning of the night (one drink in), I left Eric a very sweet message about how much I wished he could be there too. Mid-evening, the second message (third drink), came out more like a slurred sex starved slut begging him to hurry home and blah, blah, blah (no need to repeat that unchecked rash of verbal porn). Finally, at 3 am, he received a five drinks down love fest.
"Eric! We have the best life. This is the most beautiful world. I love you so much. It's 3 o'clock in the morning and it was so nice outside I walked out to look at the stars and next thing you know, I went down the street to the park where I kicked off my boots and ran my toes through the sand. Then I was swinging in the moonlight, singing our song and just thinking about how much I love you. I miss you!!! Come swing with me!!"
Eric responded only to the third message.
A 4:30 am text that simply read, "I'm going to spank you."
The text still reads the same way.
"I'm going to spank you."