Kenny had me over last weekend, and his room mate had a group of friends in the “dance room” playing board games. We wanted to have sex, and so he put on some music. He cheerfully, voluntarily licked me and fingered me to “California Love” by Tupac, and made it incredibly masculine and sweetly dominant.
The whole weekend was amazing. I had a massage, went to his house, we fucked, we went grocery shopping, made minestrone, watched Stardust (His choice! So cute! I’d never seen it, and he wanted to show it to me), and fucked again. The next day, we went to a pumpkin patch, and had fun all afternoon. We went to lunch, got coffee, went back to my house and we mellow, and then I made an amazing chicken apple spinach salad with honey apple cider dressing. Then I helped him teach a dance lesson, and I had some good dances. Then we went to Mexican food where I ordered Horchata for the first time (yum), and then Kenny drove me back to my car. When I got home, he wrote, “I love you.” to me.
He’s told me that he loves me many times, but it was just the perfect way for him to end the evening.
I’m in a really good place right now. I still feel like I want more sex, but I feel very loved and cared for. Sometimes I get scared of how vulnerable I’m becoming with him, but he’s been just so good to me. I feel lucky that I get to be with someone so special.
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