I was thrilled to be featured as the first post on DC Blogs’s homepage yesterday!  I had more hits in one day than I’ve had in the past two weeks! Thanks guys :)!

For those of you who haven’t read much of my blog, I try to alternate between naughtier, more sexual posts, and funnier posts about my dating adventures.  This post is a racier one, although I realize that “naughty” is a subjective term.  After my post about my First Dates with Lawyer Boy, some people said that they wished that I had included more details, one person said it was a little too colorful for his liking, and the majority said that it was perfect as is.  There’s no right or wrong, I guess, but I like to warn people up front if my post is of a more sexual nature.  OK, you’ve been warned…

It was March of 2008, and I was up in NYC for an extended trip.  Lawyer Boy had expected to have business in The City that month, but work was more pressing in Miami so he had to travel there instead.  What did that mean for me?  Well, I missed him a lot, and now I would have to wait until I got back to DC to see him.  Patience is a great virtue, but it’s not one of mine so three weeks without Lawyer Boy was three weeks too long.  We made plans to see each other the moment we both got back to DC, but he could tell that I was bummed about the change of plans.  When I was at my nail salon in NYC with my friend, Bex, I received the following text:

“I wish I could see you sooner. How bout I promise not to come up for air until you get off 27 times?” Lawyer Boy wrote.

I laughed out loud, and Bex asked what was so funny.  I passed her the phone so she could see for herself.

Her jaw dropped.  “Seriously?  He’s joking, right?” she asked me.

“Well, he’s never gotten me off 27 times, but it’s rare that he leaves without getting me off at least 10 times.”

Bex’s jaw was on the floor by this point.

“Why do you think I’m still with him?” I said.

I recently heard the expression, “sexting,” as in sexual texting.  Lawyer Boy and I were really, really into that.  And, the fact that he was the best sex of my life only heightened the impact of a few words on my cell phone.  We had our own sexting language:

Cox & Bagels: A breakfast rendezvous.  I would pick him up at Union Station.  Then we would head back to my place for sex.  Then we would go out to one of our favorite breakfast places, and come back to my place for more sex.

Box Lunch: Our phrase for Afternoon Delight.  Lawyer Boy’s version of Box Lunch was so much better than Sushi-Ko’s.  And, I really love Sushi-Ko.

Shanghainese Buffet: When I was up in NYC, Lawyer Boy texted that being with me was like dining at a 16-course Shanghainese Buffet because he never knew whether he was at the beginning, the middle or the end of the meal.  That expression made me smile, and it stuck.  He would text, “Can do Shanghainese Buffet on Friday,” which meant that he could spend the night and wouldn’t leave until he had all 16 courses.  Lucky me!!!

AOE: Our acronym for Anal On Entry.  Virginia Boy had given me the idea for this, but I needed a certain level of trust and intimacy with a guy before I tried it.  Lawyer Boy definitely was a better match for that kind of activity.

Lawyer Boy would text me that he was leaving his office.  I would break out some porn and a toy.  When the front desk of my building called to announce his arrival, I would remove the toy and be all prepped and ready to go – no extra lube required.  As soon as he walked through the door, I would kiss him hello, undress him from the waist-down, and bend over for anal in the foyer or against the back of my living room couch.

Sometimes, it was clear through our texts that we would be having AOE that evening, while other times, I would add the element of surprise.  Gotta mix it up, right?

Code Provisions: I don’t just like the law.  I LOVE the law.  Lawyer Boy was away, and I sat at my laptop reading articles and code provisions about his work and getting off.   (I know. I’m not normal.)  I texted him after that and then we started adding the code provisions of the cases he works on to our sexting.  One example:

“I’m writing a memo on how Section 3627 applies to corporations, and I’m also hard at the thought of tasting your pussy tomorrow.  Which gets you hotter?” he inquired.

“D.  All of the above!” I replied.

Lawyer Boy is great at what he does, but he doesn’t love the law like I do.  I knew that I was bringing him over to my side, though, when he texted me that he got hard reading an article about my specialty in The ABA (American Bar Association) Journal and had to get off.

My friend, AP, asked me what I missed most about Lawyer Boy. I replied,

“Sex and Law.”

Oh, and AOE ;).