" Hey!" The Suns will kick your asses," I said, raising my voice and slurring a little in imitation of Sandra at the bar. "And Steve Nash... what a gr...at ass. I bet he's a tiger in bed!" I didn't say that... did I?" Sandra looked horrified. I just nodded. "Oh shit." Well, I don't think you called Nash a tiger, but it was pretty disgusting." I'll bet. Thank God I don't remember much of it!" Here's to alcohol," I said and raised my glass. Sandra let out a sarcastic cheer and dinged her glass. Could use a good night, daddy.” You raise an eyebrow, hearing my submission name for you. It’s our trigger to one another to know our previously agreed upon rules are in play until we’re spent or the safe word is uttered. You lift your hand and curl your finger, motioning me to come to you.I push myself up to my heels and struggle to not rush over to you. You open your arms and I melt into you, arms around your waist, face against your chest. You press me tight against you, and turn us slightly. Still half asleep, remembering the number of times she has awoken like this, coupled with his sensuous touches, begins to arouse her.Dreamily, Sam reaches up to softly caress her breast, feeling the nipple harden under her fingertips. Brushing her fingers over the sensitive flesh, she feels the familiar tingling run through her body. A low moan escapes her lips as she instinctively arches her back in response, pinching and rolling the little nub between her fingers. She has awoken like this. She turned to you and nuzzled your ear and whispered. ‘Come on – I’m hungry for adventure. Let’s go exploring.’ You giggled and nodded and the two of you said your goodbyes. ‘See you guys tomorrow evening. Meet here? Great – it’s a date! Goodbye.’ Kisses on cheeks were exchanged. You and Kristin stepped out into the busy walkway full of children yelling and couples laughing. It was glorious. There were colored lights all around strung from lamp-posts. It was still early, but it had become dark.