(so maybe i'm sort of dead...) i'm always suprised when i respond to the question "how long have you been together?" because it seems like it's been forever. it also seems like i was just driving up to PA for the first time, nervous and excited, last weekend. we're coming up on two years, and i honestly don't know where the time has gone...
trips up and down 83/backroads for birthdays, holidays, long weekends, moves and just because
late nights talking about nothing and everything
rocking out in the car on our way to concerts, the movies and the farmers market
nooners
lunch and dinner dates
cooking together at home, finished off with fresh baked goodies
hanging out with my family with a bushel of late season crabs
bedtime sex
minor disagreements
passing out on the couch
gaming, reading and napping
morning sex
skype dates keeping me up past my bedtime
heated arguments
snuggling til i fall asleep
being too tired for sex
meltdowns over school, friends and us
football trash talk
dreaming about our future
waking up in the middle of the night for sex
cooking out with friends
shared indignation for the stupidity of others
venting about work, school and life in general
all the sex
planning for things to come
i'm not known for my long relationships so i'm constantly amazed by us. looking back on my past, i know i haven't been the easiest person to date. i'm clingy, pushy, hostile, unaffectionate, obsessive... i've been blindsided by break ups. i've ditched guys because i wasn't willing to give my whole heart. i've been left behind because i was too stubborn/reluctant to pull the trigger
since then, i've learned and grown. i started truly focusing on myself. i stopped forcing the universe to meet my demands. suddenly, there's a new guy in my life, and i am increasingly happy. happy with the person i am and with the person i'm dating... sometimes that's what really surprises me. for all the ups and downs of the last (nearly) two years, i am the happiest i have ever been :) there are no happy endings. this is the happy beginning of the rest of my life
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November 18, 2011
March 5, 2011
kiss me
i love love love kissing. making out can be better than sex sometimes. no lie. i generally judge the attractiveness of men by whether or not i'd make out with any given one. my darling boy? yea, i'd keep my lips smooshed on his nonstop if i could. kisses mean something more than sex and can convey a lot more too me
hesitation. aggression. determination. despiration. experience
a kiss should make you weak in the knees. it should make your thoughts a little cloudy. it should be comfortable, natural and all over swoony
the first time he kissed me was so gentle and sweet. it was slow because he was being polite. i melted completely. the second kiss was a bit more determined, and we ended up in bed. every kiss after that has been so lovely. however, nothing will ever compare to the one that swept me off my feet. i started falling in love with him that moment, even though i didn't realize it
hesitation. aggression. determination. despiration. experience
a kiss should make you weak in the knees. it should make your thoughts a little cloudy. it should be comfortable, natural and all over swoony
the first kiss is always special; for me, it's now vital to everything else. my first boyfriend was hesitant. i know i should've just kissed him, but i was hesitant, too. he was my first first. in the parking lot of a pep boys, which still makes me giggle. kissing him was so addictive he once made a joke about magnets in our lips... my second boyfriend wasn't much different. but i was far less hesitant going in for the kill with him. on two separate occassions, my college roommate walked in on us making out... random hookup #1 and boyfriend #3 were both aggressive and sloppy. they have a few things in common, but the biggest difference was underlying meaning. one lacked experience; one was desperate. in both cases, i brushed it off and neither situation ended very well. lesson learned... my other random hookups didn't send up any red flags. granted, in one situation i was inconsistent in my desire, one i was too drunk to care and one i was too distracted. and then came J...
the first time he kissed me was so gentle and sweet. it was slow because he was being polite. i melted completely. the second kiss was a bit more determined, and we ended up in bed. every kiss after that has been so lovely. however, nothing will ever compare to the one that swept me off my feet. i started falling in love with him that moment, even though i didn't realize it
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February 18, 2011
petnames
i have nicknamed almost every guy i ever crushed on, hooked up with or dated. only for use when talking with friends. only one of my boyfriends ever gave me a petname. i used my first petname with the guy i dated before J. and i still kick myself for it
D and i dated my freshman year of college. he was my rebound; it only lasted two months. it was a fun two months, but i knew it was nearing its end the day he said he thought he might be falling in love with me. i panicked. he was a super sweet guy who i probably could've fallen for. but i wasn't over my ex and knew i'd only end up hurting D. so i broke up with him. in the parking lot of my dorm building. i'm a bitch... we sorta rekindled our friendship/relationship months later. that also turned out poorly, and i wound up writing a passive aggressive post about him on my old livejournal. i'm still a bitch. i actually favorited the post response he wrote about me because he called me an "ice queen of a bitch". it was kinda true... i used to miss him because he was a great person. then i missed him because i never apologized for being so horrible to him. i still remember some of the silly things he used to say when we were together/still talking. one of those things is his silly petname for me: kitten. short for sex kitten. because i was apparently that sexy
i met P at the beginning of 2009, and we dated for nine months. at some point, i started calling him honeybear. everything about our relationship was big and fast. i kept saying it could explode at any moment, only partially believing it. too bad i was right. that much intensity can't last. i thought i loved him, but love doesn't make you doubt yourself every moment of every day. a text and two phone calls later, we were broken up, and i was sobbing in the parking lot of my office building. classy. bear was so fitting for him. he mauled anything in his path that threatened him. i used to tell him "i don't want to talk to you when you're being a grizzly bear" because bear was the key. i should've known better, but i'd lost myself. and i ruined a great petname in the process
J has a petname. i'm rather fond of it, but sometimes i think honeybear would be more fitting. not because he's a raging asshole like P, but because he's big and snuggly like a pooh bear. however, i refuse to recycle petnames because of the memories (good and bad) associated with it. J doesn't have a petname for me, but a tiny piece of me thinks he would probably use kitten. partially for the sex kitten reference. partially because i'm so cat like sometimes (and he's a closet cat lady ;)). i'm always nuzzling up to him, marking him as mine. but i think it'd make me uncomfortable to hear it from him, reminding me too much of D. i don't particularly mind not having a petname as i still love my own name; i just find it interesting
do you have a petname for your significant other? have you recycled a name?
D and i dated my freshman year of college. he was my rebound; it only lasted two months. it was a fun two months, but i knew it was nearing its end the day he said he thought he might be falling in love with me. i panicked. he was a super sweet guy who i probably could've fallen for. but i wasn't over my ex and knew i'd only end up hurting D. so i broke up with him. in the parking lot of my dorm building. i'm a bitch... we sorta rekindled our friendship/relationship months later. that also turned out poorly, and i wound up writing a passive aggressive post about him on my old livejournal. i'm still a bitch. i actually favorited the post response he wrote about me because he called me an "ice queen of a bitch". it was kinda true... i used to miss him because he was a great person. then i missed him because i never apologized for being so horrible to him. i still remember some of the silly things he used to say when we were together/still talking. one of those things is his silly petname for me: kitten. short for sex kitten. because i was apparently that sexy
i met P at the beginning of 2009, and we dated for nine months. at some point, i started calling him honeybear. everything about our relationship was big and fast. i kept saying it could explode at any moment, only partially believing it. too bad i was right. that much intensity can't last. i thought i loved him, but love doesn't make you doubt yourself every moment of every day. a text and two phone calls later, we were broken up, and i was sobbing in the parking lot of my office building. classy. bear was so fitting for him. he mauled anything in his path that threatened him. i used to tell him "i don't want to talk to you when you're being a grizzly bear" because bear was the key. i should've known better, but i'd lost myself. and i ruined a great petname in the process
J has a petname. i'm rather fond of it, but sometimes i think honeybear would be more fitting. not because he's a raging asshole like P, but because he's big and snuggly like a pooh bear. however, i refuse to recycle petnames because of the memories (good and bad) associated with it. J doesn't have a petname for me, but a tiny piece of me thinks he would probably use kitten. partially for the sex kitten reference. partially because i'm so cat like sometimes (and he's a closet cat lady ;)). i'm always nuzzling up to him, marking him as mine. but i think it'd make me uncomfortable to hear it from him, reminding me too much of D. i don't particularly mind not having a petname as i still love my own name; i just find it interesting
do you have a petname for your significant other? have you recycled a name?
January 11, 2011
your mama
J wasn't feeling well over the weekend, which made me want to rush up there to take care of him. maternal instincts on high alert, i grilled him about his symptoms and such, while confirming through webMD. we're both convinced he gave himself a mild case of salmonella. pleasant, right? well in the middle of discussing his unhappy body, he mentions that his cousin is back on the scene. the cousin who volunteered to help him pay to keep his house. the cousin who took it upon himself to make some much needed repairs around the house. the cousin who is now being an asshole about the whole situation. i immediately changed in to mama grizzly (or maybe i should say mama panther since the palins have ruined bears forever)
i try really hard not to dislike people before i meet them. however, some people make it incredibly difficult to do. unfortunately, some of these people are members of my boyfriend';s family. J already said i don't have to like them; he doesn't like them. but i still will have to meet them at some point. the cousin being the first. and we may have a come to jesus moment when it happens. because it involves my boy and it involves money. two things you do not cross me on. i've already started drafting speeches in my head for when this meeting goes down. but i keep reminding myself that J is a big boy, this is his family and, ultimately, he's the one who has to act on anything that happens. that doesn't mean i'll let him go into this alone or unprepared. i want to be there for emotional support. and yes, if necessary, as back up muscle. i will cut a bitch if i have to
i try really hard not to dislike people before i meet them. however, some people make it incredibly difficult to do. unfortunately, some of these people are members of my boyfriend';s family. J already said i don't have to like them; he doesn't like them. but i still will have to meet them at some point. the cousin being the first. and we may have a come to jesus moment when it happens. because it involves my boy and it involves money. two things you do not cross me on. i've already started drafting speeches in my head for when this meeting goes down. but i keep reminding myself that J is a big boy, this is his family and, ultimately, he's the one who has to act on anything that happens. that doesn't mean i'll let him go into this alone or unprepared. i want to be there for emotional support. and yes, if necessary, as back up muscle. i will cut a bitch if i have to
January 5, 2011
mixing it up
so i spent a long weekend at J's to ring in the new year and celebrate our anniversary. one year of laughter, snuggles and awesome sex. i've resolved that 2011 will be full of more snuggles and more sammiches :)
i made out a to do list beforehand because i had 2.5 days between my family christmas trip and going to J's. i managed to get everything done only slightly behind schedule. 20 minutes after arriving, i realized i'd forgotten to pack a few essentials. at the precise moment my boy is telling me how much he wants to get me in bed, i remember my little bag of condoms is still at my place... two hours away. along with my lubes and wipes. guess i was in a bit of a hurry :p J doesn't really buy condoms; he never thinks about it apparently. so i'm usually the one who carries them. when i told this to N, he said "i believe it's the boy's job to have condoms" "do you carry condoms?" "(insert implied 'oh, honey') i'm a bottom" and there was much laughing. i love my bestie. luckily, there was a condom leftover from the last time i was there. not long after that, i was on my side, squealmoaning. being perpendicular to J was different and fantastic; he seemed to hit all new spots. i came hard and fast
after, we ate and watched a movie, which conveniently ended with just enough time to flip over for the ball drop. yay for kissing in the new year... and more movies. we watched the documentary about maynard james keenan's vineyard. or, really, J watched, and i dozed off. we headed to bed and another round of fun. new thing two: playing with my clit while J fingers me. i got right to my spot, and J thought it was super hot. turning him on turns me on so i gave him head after that. there was even a little tits + cock action. no, he didn't come on my chest... then it was bed time :) saturday, we hit up the BJ's to get stuff for dinner and condoms. unfortunately, they only carry trojan, which i hate. i'm a durex girl all the way. we swung by the grocery store who also didn't carry durex. i begrudgingly grabbed a 12 pack of the trojan lubricated. i had to pee, and didn't really want to waste time going to a third store. however, i'll be damned if i'm gonna buy the $2 more "for her pleasure" condoms. it's all LIES
we putzed and talked to his roomie, S, for a bit before making dinner. total schmoopfest, but making dinner together was my favorite part of the whole weekend. i also made delicious cupcakes while we watched donnie darko. it's the movie that brought us together in the first place. S left so i suggested a shower. of course, J amused himself by getting me off for a few minutes in the living room. then, because his shower wasn't quite big enough, he bent me over the bathroom sink. i seriously love getting nailed from behind. so glad the roomie went out so i could be as loud as i wanted ;) we still took a shower, but it was slightly less interesting just getting clean :p later i ended up passing out while watching tv, and J stayed up until the buttcrack of dawn
sunday, J made yummy french toast for breakfast, and we watched football all day. sundays are my favorite :) there is no fooling around during football; i like to yell at the tv. after the late game, i headed to bed assuming J would be right behind me. nope. he started watching sports center. then he got into a ridiculous conversation with S when he got home. apparently, some drunk chick tried to pick him up for a one night stand. he declined. J finally crawled into bed, but i was in the middle of stuffs. he went back out for a few minutes, and, by the time he was back, i was done. time to get naked again! i think it is so sexy when he undresses me, even if he fumbles with my strings and clasps. there was much making out, stripping and some anal play. it took all my willpower not to hop on his dick sans condom. first i was on top. then he was on top. thanks to the awful trojan condom, J had to stop before cumming. i blew him, and we snuggled. monday, i had planned to give him a wake up fuck, but i overslept. there was not enough time to wake him and get us both off before he had to leave for work. *shrug* i didn't need one last fuck; we'd been having great sex the entire rest of the weekend
in between all the playing around, there was more schmoop and ridiculousness. i got my snuggles and sammiches. i also got my reassurance that i wouldn't end up a leg lamp this year. i wish i could share our conversation, but the crazy comments were coming too fast. rapid fire ridiculousness is what i keep calling it. all i can say is: "i love that after a year together, we can joke about killing each other." me, too, honey. me, too :)
i made out a to do list beforehand because i had 2.5 days between my family christmas trip and going to J's. i managed to get everything done only slightly behind schedule. 20 minutes after arriving, i realized i'd forgotten to pack a few essentials. at the precise moment my boy is telling me how much he wants to get me in bed, i remember my little bag of condoms is still at my place... two hours away. along with my lubes and wipes. guess i was in a bit of a hurry :p J doesn't really buy condoms; he never thinks about it apparently. so i'm usually the one who carries them. when i told this to N, he said "i believe it's the boy's job to have condoms" "do you carry condoms?" "(insert implied 'oh, honey') i'm a bottom" and there was much laughing. i love my bestie. luckily, there was a condom leftover from the last time i was there. not long after that, i was on my side, squealmoaning. being perpendicular to J was different and fantastic; he seemed to hit all new spots. i came hard and fast
after, we ate and watched a movie, which conveniently ended with just enough time to flip over for the ball drop. yay for kissing in the new year... and more movies. we watched the documentary about maynard james keenan's vineyard. or, really, J watched, and i dozed off. we headed to bed and another round of fun. new thing two: playing with my clit while J fingers me. i got right to my spot, and J thought it was super hot. turning him on turns me on so i gave him head after that. there was even a little tits + cock action. no, he didn't come on my chest... then it was bed time :) saturday, we hit up the BJ's to get stuff for dinner and condoms. unfortunately, they only carry trojan, which i hate. i'm a durex girl all the way. we swung by the grocery store who also didn't carry durex. i begrudgingly grabbed a 12 pack of the trojan lubricated. i had to pee, and didn't really want to waste time going to a third store. however, i'll be damned if i'm gonna buy the $2 more "for her pleasure" condoms. it's all LIES
we putzed and talked to his roomie, S, for a bit before making dinner. total schmoopfest, but making dinner together was my favorite part of the whole weekend. i also made delicious cupcakes while we watched donnie darko. it's the movie that brought us together in the first place. S left so i suggested a shower. of course, J amused himself by getting me off for a few minutes in the living room. then, because his shower wasn't quite big enough, he bent me over the bathroom sink. i seriously love getting nailed from behind. so glad the roomie went out so i could be as loud as i wanted ;) we still took a shower, but it was slightly less interesting just getting clean :p later i ended up passing out while watching tv, and J stayed up until the buttcrack of dawn
sunday, J made yummy french toast for breakfast, and we watched football all day. sundays are my favorite :) there is no fooling around during football; i like to yell at the tv. after the late game, i headed to bed assuming J would be right behind me. nope. he started watching sports center. then he got into a ridiculous conversation with S when he got home. apparently, some drunk chick tried to pick him up for a one night stand. he declined. J finally crawled into bed, but i was in the middle of stuffs. he went back out for a few minutes, and, by the time he was back, i was done. time to get naked again! i think it is so sexy when he undresses me, even if he fumbles with my strings and clasps. there was much making out, stripping and some anal play. it took all my willpower not to hop on his dick sans condom. first i was on top. then he was on top. thanks to the awful trojan condom, J had to stop before cumming. i blew him, and we snuggled. monday, i had planned to give him a wake up fuck, but i overslept. there was not enough time to wake him and get us both off before he had to leave for work. *shrug* i didn't need one last fuck; we'd been having great sex the entire rest of the weekend
in between all the playing around, there was more schmoop and ridiculousness. i got my snuggles and sammiches. i also got my reassurance that i wouldn't end up a leg lamp this year. i wish i could share our conversation, but the crazy comments were coming too fast. rapid fire ridiculousness is what i keep calling it. all i can say is: "i love that after a year together, we can joke about killing each other." me, too, honey. me, too :)
December 26, 2010
lacking?
so there's been no anal in the last couple months, and i'm starting to feel a little guilty. it's hard to make it a once a month thing when you only see each other once a month. and sometimes during those visits i'm not in the mood, still remembering the ouch or so bloated/gassy i could float away. i never really give J an explanation; i just state clearly that my ass is off limits. do i owe him an explanation? should we discuss this more thoroughly? does it really matter that anal's off the table more often than on? i get the impression that J is disappointed when we don't go there. granted, i told him before it was not an every time thing. that includes all anal penetration. yea, it can be nice, but i really don't want to every single time. partly because he can get carried away and hurt me. he does, however, respond very well to an "ouch". partly because i freak out about sanitation and make him wash his hands immediately after we're done. i don't want him touching anything (me, the sheets, whatever) until he's touched some soap and water. partly because he gets more out of it than i do. yes, i have orgasms from anal stimulation, but not solely from anal and not from the entire anal area. if we go penis in ass, i never feel quite finished. it's kinda the same way i feel about being on top. if i'm at just the right angle, he'll be done in minutes and i won't have even peaked... and now i'm linking things. since the moratorium on anal, J hasn't been on top once. no, doggy doesn't count... i wouldn't care except, before, it used to be almost 50/50
i'm not dissatisfied with our sex life; i'm annoyed. not quite sure what to do with that. feeling guilty about the lack of anal sex is pushing me further towards annoyed. it's self inflicted guilt, but i have a knack for displacing... i guess i'm just curious as to what changed, when and why. cause i'd like my predictability back
[babe, i know you're gonna read this and get all poutyface. we can talk about it; just needed to brain dump]
i'm not dissatisfied with our sex life; i'm annoyed. not quite sure what to do with that. feeling guilty about the lack of anal sex is pushing me further towards annoyed. it's self inflicted guilt, but i have a knack for displacing... i guess i'm just curious as to what changed, when and why. cause i'd like my predictability back
[babe, i know you're gonna read this and get all poutyface. we can talk about it; just needed to brain dump]
December 6, 2010
ghosts
i thought i saw one yesterday... the ghost of my ex *dies*
i've had this small fear of running in to him since N and i moved back in march. the ex's mom lives about 15min away from where we are now. it's totally possible that he could be in our neck of the woods on a regular basis (he's a huge mama's boy). every so often, when i see a car similar to his, my heart stops. i also hope a smidge that his car will careen into a ditch and burst into flames. or at least not be heading the same way i am... it's not so much the running in to him as the reaction to running in to him that i fear. what would i say? how would i act? would i even acknowledge him? would i want him to acknowledge me? would it bring back all the (good and bad) emotions of last year? it makes my brain hurt
i also secretly hope, in the event our paths intersect again, that J is with me when it happens. i'm a bitch, and i would totally flaunt my happiness in his face. he left me so it's my right to show off how much better i am now. i know he was seeing someone a little while ago (thanks, facebook), but that doesn't really matter. i doubt, in the last 14 months, that he's changed or grown as a person. and knowing him, it won't last unless she has the backbone of an ameoba. i know i haven't grown immensely, but i have recovered a lot in that time frame. the relationship kicked my core in the teeth. however, pulling those pieces back together wasn't as hard as the first time i had my heart broken. maybe it was because i had some practice. maybe it was because i have amazing friends. maybe it was because i didn't let myself dwell on it. whatever it was, it allowed me to remember who i am, refind my center and move forward
then one year ago, tomorrow, i randomly messaged someone who's made me laugh, orgasm and swoon ever since :)
i've had this small fear of running in to him since N and i moved back in march. the ex's mom lives about 15min away from where we are now. it's totally possible that he could be in our neck of the woods on a regular basis (he's a huge mama's boy). every so often, when i see a car similar to his, my heart stops. i also hope a smidge that his car will careen into a ditch and burst into flames. or at least not be heading the same way i am... it's not so much the running in to him as the reaction to running in to him that i fear. what would i say? how would i act? would i even acknowledge him? would i want him to acknowledge me? would it bring back all the (good and bad) emotions of last year? it makes my brain hurt
i also secretly hope, in the event our paths intersect again, that J is with me when it happens. i'm a bitch, and i would totally flaunt my happiness in his face. he left me so it's my right to show off how much better i am now. i know he was seeing someone a little while ago (thanks, facebook), but that doesn't really matter. i doubt, in the last 14 months, that he's changed or grown as a person. and knowing him, it won't last unless she has the backbone of an ameoba. i know i haven't grown immensely, but i have recovered a lot in that time frame. the relationship kicked my core in the teeth. however, pulling those pieces back together wasn't as hard as the first time i had my heart broken. maybe it was because i had some practice. maybe it was because i have amazing friends. maybe it was because i didn't let myself dwell on it. whatever it was, it allowed me to remember who i am, refind my center and move forward
then one year ago, tomorrow, i randomly messaged someone who's made me laugh, orgasm and swoon ever since :)
November 16, 2010
humdrum
i've reached that moment when i've run out of interesting things to say. no action in my bed for the last two weeks, and it's going to be another week and half. the bestie and i went to pgh the first weekend of the month. it was part of my birthday gift to him. we stayed at the hilton garden inn because we're fancy cheap bitches. i love the big hotel beds with the extra pillows and cushy padding. one of these days i'm going to graduate to a queen sized bed. i adore having all that space. granted, when i have the space, i always wish i had someone to fill it. snuggling with pup isn't really the same (yes, i am 26 and sleep with a stuffed dog). the last week and weekend have been full of nothing. i should've been doing grad school stuff or finally finishing my photo album or any number of other things. instead i napped and watched say yes to the dress on netflix. i know; you're jealous of my awesome life... this week is a little more action packed. last night, N and i went to see kate nash. i love her adorable face. thursday, another friend of ours is hosting a post birthday happy hour for him. friday, i get waxed (oh yea, that's an event) even though i'm still filling in the bald spots. do they make rogaine for vaginas? also harry potter is opening on friday :D i can't wait to see it in IMAX. then it'll be less than a week til i see my boy. apparently, he's already planning to take me out for a fancy pants dinner. i'm excited... *shrug* so that's what's up with me. what's up with you?
November 1, 2010
miles apart
last night, i curled up by myself for the first time in days. J left towards the end of the football game so he could have a few hours at home to do whatever. i miss him and already moping around. i have no one to cuddle with on the couch. to steal kisses from. to wake up in the morning with the promise of breakfast or blow jobs... we had a good week/weekend costume shopping, lunching with my mom and hanging out with more of my favorite people. i just wish it didn't have to end; it always feels abrupt. the distance sucks most when it's time to say good bye
first thought after he left "when's my next free weekend?" second thought "we haven't had sex since friday". party prep kept me busy all of saturday, and some guests stayed over that night. so all sexual activity was put on hold until they left. CZ left last, around noon. well J, as soon as he was done breakfast, turned on the pregame show. his choice :p the NFL trumps a lot in my life. so once the game started, everything else was put on the back burner. make outs are reserved for commercial and injury breaks only. my boys were on a bye, but my next fave team was struggling. if the game hadn't been a nailbiter, i probably would've taken J to bed at halftime. then he left at the 2min warning in the fourth. my guys lost, and my boy left. so much sad in my afternoon
not that no sex is necessarily sad. it was just an interesting observation. when i go up to see him, i usually leave two hours later than intended because we get caught up in something and then have sex. one time i ended up staying an extra night because i was too exhausted and it was already 1am. having to drive to work from another state was not fun. i don't think we ever have last minute goodbye sex when J comes down to my place... regardless, i'm going to spend the next few nights happily breathing in his scent before drifting to sleep. i'm also going to keep in mind all the sex we managed to have in the first half of J's visit (not a ton, but enough)
first thought after he left "when's my next free weekend?" second thought "we haven't had sex since friday". party prep kept me busy all of saturday, and some guests stayed over that night. so all sexual activity was put on hold until they left. CZ left last, around noon. well J, as soon as he was done breakfast, turned on the pregame show. his choice :p the NFL trumps a lot in my life. so once the game started, everything else was put on the back burner. make outs are reserved for commercial and injury breaks only. my boys were on a bye, but my next fave team was struggling. if the game hadn't been a nailbiter, i probably would've taken J to bed at halftime. then he left at the 2min warning in the fourth. my guys lost, and my boy left. so much sad in my afternoon
not that no sex is necessarily sad. it was just an interesting observation. when i go up to see him, i usually leave two hours later than intended because we get caught up in something and then have sex. one time i ended up staying an extra night because i was too exhausted and it was already 1am. having to drive to work from another state was not fun. i don't think we ever have last minute goodbye sex when J comes down to my place... regardless, i'm going to spend the next few nights happily breathing in his scent before drifting to sleep. i'm also going to keep in mind all the sex we managed to have in the first half of J's visit (not a ton, but enough)
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