Guest Blogger: Goddess Gets Some

So last Hump Day I was contacted by faithful follower Goddess Intellect and she was inquiring if I was open to having my blog house a short Hump Day theme memory of her own. Sure why not. I never have an issue with reader participation. Hey maybe that'll evolve into a new and hopefully regular thing. So without any further ado I pass it off to my 1st guest blogger, the Goddess.

Our last night together was spent entertaining friends at his apartment. Although we were busy playing host and hostess, our eyes met several times that night secretly scheduling a rendezvous for our exclusive after party. Silently speaking a language foreign to all those around us, the imaginary countdown was on. At least that was the plan.

Several empty wine glasses and one sweet herbal refreshment later, I found myself fighting to hold open my heavy eyelids. I grew tired waiting for one of our guests, who happened to overstay his welcome, to leave. Feeling slighted, frustrated and dry-eyed I watched "him and his far to comfortable friend happily slay zombies with their 360 controllers. Truthfully, I was ready to grab hold of his controller, break it and have my way, with or without his friend in the room. It was my last night and I wanted to make it memorable. This was the equivalent of getting stood up.

I let common sense and exhaustion suppress my desires and found my way to his bedroom, and fell asleep. Alone.

The morning came suddenly and our guest oblivious to time and surroundings was still up playing Xbox?! "He" was asleep on the couch. I made my way over and I removed his Timbs, woke him up with the most teasing kisses and whispered, "I don't want to be late for my flight". I could feel his groggy eyes watch me as I left him to start running my bath water. With time as my enemy I jumped in the shower, longing to have an intimate moment, just one more helping before I took flight. Some time into my shower the door opened unexpectedly and "he" slides into the.....shower as if it were his duty to make up for lost time.

"What about your friend? He's still out there."

"What about him?"

Just what I wanted to hear.

With the water drowning our voices and intensifying our motions, I got my helping, and I didn’t care who was listening.

Needless to say our guest got the hint and the front door was left unlocked. Disappointed, yet indifferent that we no longer had an audience we continued on to the bedroom making up for lost time.