I know this is TMI- And I also know that it is cruel because L will be reading it- But I really feel the need to get this off my chest.
So- Back to that day that I can’t stop thinking about. Yeah- the sex was fun. The thought of that kept me blissed for – idk- maybe 4 or 5 days.
I was fixated on more sex for about a week and a half.
But what my mind keeps returning to is blowing him. It was fun, it felt good, I enjoyed the hell out of it, and he didn’t seem to mind either.
But- the best part- it annoyed me the first time he did it- but I LOVE it- was when he pulled up my hair so that he could watch me. THAT was delicious.
And yeah- It was casual sex. Hell- I’m okay with that- it didn’t mean anything. It’s just- I want to do that again- If not with him- then with someone as kind and considerate. I couldn’t have hoped for a better first.
And yet that perspective- me blowing him, looking at him through my hair as he watched me- it’s amazing, its teasing, and I want it again.