Fat and Slutty

Where do I even start?

This weekend was one of the best I’ve ever had. B’s band has been on a mini-tour in Texas for most of the week, and the final show was set to take place in Arlington. B asked if I’d like to go. Absolutely, I would. Is that even a question?

I should mention that I was 32 when I passed my driving test and got my license. Three years ago. I can get around just about anywhere in Oklahoma at this point, but I haven’t gone very much further afield. So, when he asked me to go, and I said yes, I began to worry about the drive down. 330 miles, and into the Dallas/Fort Worth metro. SCARY.

I planned and organized, looked at maps, and planned some more. I was anxious as fuck, but I was determined to do it. And I did! I missed some exits here and there, and it took an hour longer than I’d planned, but I made it! I got into town three hours before the band (who were driving up from San Antonio), which was perfect, I had some errands to run.

My first stop was an adult store. B had asked me to grab a supplement for him. He was going to be tired from several days on the road and playing shows every night – he wanted to satisfy me, so the supplement would be our failsafe. (Spoiler: it worked)

Next, I checked out the venue. What a fucking cool place! A brewery with an on-site bar, a Cajun food truck, their own vinyl record store (where you could take your beer with you while you browsed, and there were horror movie posters on the walls), and a heated patio with cute fairy lights and an outdoor stage. It was awesome, and checked every alt-girl box I have.

Then I checked into our home for the night. A basic airbnb with soft spots in the floors. I sent him the address. The band’s airbnb was two doors down. It was ideal! I hung out and waited for my gorgeous man to arrive.

I am always so delighted to see him, and this was no exception. He was excited too! He’s consistently sweet and kind to me, but this weekend he went above and beyond to make me feel loved and appreciated. At least a dozen times he told me how happy he was that I was there, how much it meant to him, how grateful he was that I made the trip. I think I was just as grateful to be invited. I had been looking forward to this for weeks, and now it was actually happening.

He went to get dinner with the guys, and invited me to join them, but I needed to shower and get ready for the evening. I already knew I was going to be overdressed, but I didn’t care. I wore a black silk jumpsuit with wide legs and a deep V neckline. B dubbed the look, ‘Business Morticia’. I felt fantastic in it. Underneath, I wore a harness bra, and underwear with garter-style straps that went down and then circled my thighs. He had a good time looking for (and then playing with) those while we watched another band perform.

I got a little drunk and a little high before it was time for his band’s set. Buzzed enough to not feel my feet hurting in my heels, but not so much that I couldn’t stand up. Just right! The crowd wasn’t huge, but the guys played so well, and I loved seeing the audience enjoying themselves. B was phenomenal, he drums like he fucks. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. All I could think was, ‘I am going to fuck him so good later’. I confessed to him the next day that watching him play makes me feel like a total pervert. He loved it.

When they finished, he came right to me, completely saturated with sweat, with the biggest grin on his beautiful face. ‘Hi baby! Did I do good?!’ My god. Adorable. I told him he was incredible. I was so very proud. And I felt so special that he had made a beeline for me like that. He knew I would. He’s a pro.

We stayed at the venue a while longer, and I had the opportunity to meet the guys and get to know them a little better. They all made me very welcome. They checked on me when B was busy and chatted to me. Such a good group of dudes. It was great to spend a little time with them and show them a bit more of my personality, too.

We went back to the house and ordered food – grilled cheese sandwiches – then visited at the band’s house for a bit. Talked, smoked, watched some music videos. Good times! After we said goodnight and returned to our place, we ate, he took a hot bath, I washed my face. I like doing normal routine things with him.

He went to the bedroom, I was still cleaning myself up when I heard him call out, ‘Just so you know, I am naked and on the bed and ready to be gently touched!’ ON MY WAY.

We always have the best sex ever, I fucking love our chemistry together. The way he touches and appreciates me physically is intensely wonderful. I have talked with him before about wanting to have ‘romantic sex’, and this time was the first occasion he’s ever told me he loves me while he was inside me. I liked it. A lot. More of that, please.

We eventually finished, and snuggled up to go to sleep. The bed was so comfortable, and I love how his body feels next to mine. I slept like a baby. I had assumed he’d be riding back home with the band in the morning, but instead, he asked if he could ride with me. SO MUCH YES.

We woke up in the morning, drank coffee, then mimosas. We got all packed up and got on the road. We listened to music, a podcast, more music. We talked about all kinds of things. I was feeling very loved up and mushy. We said lots of nice words to each other. I told him how completely and utterly attracted to him I am. He responded that it is entirely mutual. Then he said what might be my favorite sentence of all time, ‘I want to put your entire body in my mouth.’ That is the energy I want! Yes!

We stopped for fried pies, which were as delicious as he had promised. I was so grateful to get those few unexpected extra hours together. I didn’t want it to end, but it had to.

We shared kisses, exchanged our ‘I love yous’, and said our goodbyes. It had been a perfect weekend, completely beautiful from start to finish. I feel so fucking fortunate to have this man in my life, and to have his love. I can’t wait until next time, whenever that may be. I absolutely adore the very bones of him.