I had a lovely time with Kenny last night. I drove out to him in the afternoon, we fucked marvelously, and went to the dance together. I hung all over him, and anyone seeing us together would be able to tell immediately that we have sex. We had some really sexy dances, and I did a lot of dancing with other people. I led quite a bit, and some follows were excited to ask me to lead them again. Kenny drove us back to his place, and we fucked some more. In the morning, he looked so beautiful, I wanted to touch his face. He didn't like the idea of me waking him, I tried rousing him a few times. He was just so pretty.
It's kind of amazing that he's lost 30 pounds in two months. Granted, he's still quite overweight, but I'm really proud of him. You've got to hand it to him, he's determined.
I feel really good when I'm around him. I want to slather him with attention. That's always risky, I know. The oxytocin from all the orgasms gets to me, and I find myself feeling very attached. I mentioned that to him, and he was silent. Man. that's unnerving. I'm going to go with the idea that he didn't know what to say, as opposed to him not having any feelings for me. He's been very kind to me, he talks to me often. Aside from orgasms, he's a very good listener, sweetly makes me dinner, and he's there for me. I'm dying for attention, and he's attentive. Right now, that works for me. I spose :p
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