This afternoon I woke up feeling the same. No guilt. I'd fallen asleep naked. I didn't even take off my makeup. I fixed myself a can of Italian Wedding Soup for breakfast and questioned if I wanted to leave the house for a movie.
I didn't.
I smelled him and that made me feel even better. I looked at my Caller ID and saw that he'd called at 3 A.M. I must have been in a deep sleep (intense orgasms do that to me). I waited until after my shower to call him back. "I have something of yours," he said. "Guess."
"Uh...I don't know."
"You're not trying."
I looked around my apartment to see if anything was missing. "Did you steal something valuable?"
"Yes. Something I needed to help myself go where you went."
I went into my living room and immediately realized what he'd taken. "You stole my underwear?" I smiled. "Pervert."
He asked me out for tonight. "I think I'm going to stay in," I said.
"Why?"
"Because...."
"Well, at least let me bring back to you what's rightfully yours."
"Keep 'em"
"I was hoping you'd say that. So what about tonight?"
I haven't decided yet.
It's a comfort knowing that if I decide never to be with him like that again, at least he has a keepsake.