She’s totally replaceable.
Here’s to those that get the reference to a movie that came out 24 years ago.
Anyway, Courtney can only sleep over two nights as week. Yet, the past three days have feel long and… happy. It feels like we did so much together. Including or despite just how much we’re fucking.
I finally have someone to watch new episodes of Star Trek with! This has been sorely lacking. and OH OH.
GUYS.
SHE LIKES TRASHY REALITY TV, like Love is Blind or Too Hot to Handle.
Also discovered she likes spicy food.
Let me have it, we’re both ridiculously lovedrunkx, and anything we further discover to have in common is very YES, I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE NOW. Little exclamations like “I WIN!”
wtf, THAT’S SOMETHING I SAY.
In terms of emotional pacing, we’ve already named our first born. And all she cares about in terms of proposals is if I get on one knew. I already have proposed twice, and am 2/2. So, easy ask. And no, no time soon. We have a lot of time to be boyfriend/girlfriend.
You know how people “build a foundation”? I think it’s backwards to not include Early Relationship Fucking. You should have a list of I WANNA TRY rather than a list of things that you’re being anal retentive about. Fuck it, if you’re going to establish sexual chemistry, early on is the time.
Moreover, if she’ll lick my sweaty balls on my lunch break, what else will she do for me? What else could I ask for?
Yeah, it’s minimum 5% shock value to discuss the efficacy of scrotal tonguing. But also, I’ve historically had issues asking for things. So while we’re both I wanna do anything to please you, I’m just asking. Not demanding. Asking.
She thinks I’m amazing. My humility gets the best of me. I somehow separate all the effort I’m putting in to make her feel loved, and my overarching personality. As if it’s the former, and the later isn’t what she sees.
When she probably sees me just fine. It breaks me brain how we both saw something in each other after only four days of texting and audio messages. That’s it.
People that takes weeks or months to decide to even meet are wasting each other’s time. At best, that kind of dating is useful for knowing what you don’t want.
This was luck, pure fucking luck. Oh, speaking of fucking. Turns out being shorter actually works out nicely for standing sex. With all my ex’s, trying to fuck standing caused their vagina to be far too low. Whereas I can easily bent her over the kitchen counter.
I’ll let you know if we end up fucking in semi-public places, just because we can.
The whole I-can’t-cum thing is annoying, but bothering me less and less each day. I mean, I railed her three times today. Morning “Free Use” session, lunch break suck’n’fuck, and an evening lovemaking coupling. Can’t really complain there. Thinking further, it’s better to disconnect sex from orgasm.
Sex aside, it feels amazing to be held by her. I feel like a little bearded dwarf being held by her. I CAN BE PROPERLY LITTLE SPOONED. It’s good stuff.
As far as the days in between, well. Last week got easier each day. Just a matter of us texting near constantly. With a smattering of audio messages. I don’t understand why women or guys put up with people who claim they want to “date”, but then won’t put any energy into the relationship. “Oh, I’m a bad texter”. Bull fucking shit, you’re a bad communicator. Everybody is on their phone these days.
Steal another motto, “I’m only as strong as you think I am.”
She sees something in me. Something I can’t see. And in the way Adrian inspires Rocky, I can only do what she thinks I can.
I’m tired, and I feel like I can’t get the words right. I love her, and I’ll do anything to make her feel appreciated. I can’t risk not doing this right.
She’s already the first woman to eat my ass. And she cleaned my kitchen unprompted last week when I went to work. She’s a goddamn keeper.
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