I'm a little behind on things. So please forgive me. Or write mean emails demanding I update more often. That might motivate me some.

I've been wanting to write about Saturday night, since Saturday night because it's the only thing I've been able to think about since then.

Saturday night, I went into Chicago proper to see a local band perform at one of my favorite bars. I haven't been to the bar for a while because one of my ex's works there. Not a usual ex, a female ex. Jess and I had a quick but passion filled fling last year.

Of course Jess was working. I tried to avoid her but when she spotted me she waved me over with a smile. She handed me a free drink and acted like nothing happened. Even though things ended in a good way, it was still hard for me to talk to her. Even though, I broke up with her, I still had feelings for her and still had a lot of lust.

The bar was packed so we didn't have much time to talk but at the end of the night we exchanged numbers again. I had to hide the fact that I still had her number plugged into my cell phone. She kissed me on the lips, the way some Europeans do with their friends and we said good night.

All my friends, especially the guys wanted to know who she was. I came up with a weak lie, that I used to work with her.

I got to Adam's place just as he was getting home from work. Of course, I was horny. I pinned him on top of his couch and gave him head.

We went back to his bedroom and didn't take our time getting completely naked. But even while he was fucking me, all I could think about was Jess.

I hope she calls me but I don't know what I would do if she actually did.