Oh my Lord. Erick took me out to dinner the other night and we walked into one of the fanciest restaurants in the U.P. mistakenly. I knew we were in trouble when we sat down and the napkin was placed in my lap by the waiter. Immediately I felt COMPLETELY out of place in my pink flip flops. But dinner was good. I ate healthy (a salad, potato, fat free dressing, and tea). Then the waiter brought a tray of desserts out. There was this piece of thick rich, multilayer chocolate cake that nearly made my taste buds orgasm. Erick and i never get dessert but when the waiter told us the story about how whenever he is in the "dog house" with his girlfriend, if he brings home a piece of that cake, its "all peachy keen after that"........ peachy keen.... hahah, you would have thought he was gay if he didn't specifically mention his GF. So anyways, we ordered up a slice of sex, i mean chocolate cake. I ate maybe 4-5 bites with Erick. Then I was satisfied. We took the rest back to my place in a box. Later that night when Erick went to take his contacts out, I ran downstairs, grabbed the sex.... the cake.... and came back up to my room. I wanted to surprise him with it when he returned, i thought it would be cute and romantic to finish it before bed with him (then it wouldn't tempt me all night long). He was taking so long with those contacts! I took one bite, then two, then 5, then I was sooooooooo embarrassed just thinking of him walking back in to find me there with half the piece we walked home with. I paniced. I decided I had to finish it off so he wouldn't see me being an oinker. So I inhaled the last few bites, then stuffed the box remains in the garbage at lightening speed. I had to get rid of the evidence. I felt like I was being unfaithful to my BF, and hiding my lover in the closet. But ohhhhhhhhhhh was it good.
P.S its been a COONS age since I wrote in here, but with classes ending soon, I will have more time to write :-)