He smells good. He feels good. He looks good.
His touch is phenomenal – his mouth, his lips, his tongue, sweet jesus! I swear that if he doesn’t stop I’m gonna die. And he doesn’t stop, and I’m in heaven so I guess maybe I did. And then he does some more. And every time we move its good and it’s breathtaking in a different way. I try to reciprocate…
I haven’t done that in years. Never for old man. Don’t know if I was ever any good at it, hope I’m not too bad. Silly thing is I enjoyed myself. Mmm…. Love the feel of his skin in my mouth, in my hands.
Being too doofy. Just me.
But I’m having the time of my life.
BabyGirl likes him. What else is there to know? Ok, if that was the real criteria I probably should’ve waited to see what she thought before I started sleeping with him. What ever.
Yeah. Other things I could relate. Been a while. Kicked myself for not making any kind of move when I visited M&S place. Timing was wrong, I know. Wanted to though. Was nervous as all hell when he went back to Grants for a visit. Thought some chica would snag him. Hadn’t any right to concern myself, but there you are.
Snuggling and cuddled up on my bed, it was lovely. I just want a bit of that every day, what’s wrong with that?
I like Stetson, always have. But I like it better on him. Mmmm, gorgeous. It works, oh so very much, he doesn’t just smell like Stetson, it mixes with his skin and he just smells like him and I get high on it.
And I latch onto sweet things he says. Like saying he would try some other cologne if I didn’t like it.
He sent me a snake mug and Bushmills. I think because he knew they would make me smile. He makes me smile. I am adoring his neck nibbling addiction. Who knew? I get all melty.
Ooh golly. Had a moment, thinking and remembering and feeling him again when I closed my eyes. Something on the inside of my chest jumps and catches me and my breath stops for a second and my heart starts speeding up.
Reality blows. Don’t want him to go home, don’t want to get dressed and go to work, don’t want it to end.
Laying in bed with him after, sweaty and happy, talking, listening to his painful jokes, was one of the most awesome bits.
He’s wonderful. I know it can’t always be like this, but it’s fucking wonderful.
