We lay together on the couch, watching Doctor Who. I get up to get a drink, and during that time he hits pause, and opens up V&R’s tumblr (one of our absolute favorites). I lay on top of him and we start the kind of making out that is the fucking best – groping, deep tongue kisses, pressing our bodies together like our lives depend on it. First my shirt comes off, then my pants. After I kiss my way down his body, I loosen his belt, slide his shorts down, and lick his balls while he strokes his cock.
Gah, that’s making me hot, just writing about it.
Things progressed rather thoroughly from there. So thoroughly that we collapsed together onto the bed after he came deep inside my ass.
I told my counselor today that I feel very peaceful these days. Apparently the currently effective recipe is a combination of prayer, yoga, Paxil, and counseling. We went over my habits of conflict management, and soon M & I will have a conversation about how I can address the shortfalls I have in that area. I don’t know exactly where this place we’re in is, but I’m glad we’re here. It’s all good.
I leave you with this. Because I can.