I should be sleeping but I can’t stop making new goals for myself….
"I have a tiger on my hands."
"You mean I’m too much for you."
"No. You’re just the way you should be."
I asked if I could write about it, he still can’t decide, but he did say I could post this picture and tell you that he spent the rest of the day squeezing me tight and ranting about how fucking amazing he felt. (And he asked if we could do it again…)
There’s only one thing on my mind today.
Bunny is blissfully checked out.
I’ll be in la-la land if you need me.
I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.