Before I get going, I want to go on the record : Iona's new set on the front page is giving me such a raging hard-on it's painful.
I ended up heading over to see S last night after returning home from seeing "Men Who Stare At Goats" with the Daly City homeboys. For the record, the movie is underwhelming. I had intended to be over for two hours, at the most, then head home and get a full night's sleep for the first time in I don't know when. At least a month now? Instead, S and I ended up spending the better part of that time at an awkward arm's length. As I was leaving, she began to cuddle, confessing to me that she'd been avoiding it because she didn't want to be disappointed when her cuddling me lead to her wanting to ask me to stay the night and I said no. I had turned down her request to stay the night before, as well. I assured her my reasons had nothing to do with not wanting to sleep alongside her; to the contrary, after the heartache we've both endured these last weeks, I wanted nothing more than to lay quietly with her in my arms. I gave in and agreed to stay. As I was drifting off to sleep, I asked her what was on her mind, since she'd fallen quiet. She surprised me by responding, "Honestly? Sex."
After what had taken place between the two of us and the mistakes I'd made, I'd thought it'd be weeks, at the earliest, before we'd even begin to entertain the idea of having sex. She'd told me when I'd agreed to stay that she wanted to try to pick things up from where we'd left off before things almost ended. We ended up having sex. It was awesome.
Today, things are back to normal. I honestly don't know what to make of her. When I'm actually in her presence, she's voracious in her eager and sincere affection. When we aren't together, it's radio silence. I'm having to get used to her style of relating.
A annoyed me tonight, so I grudge fucked the hell out of her and felt way better after. Funny.
I ended up heading over to see S last night after returning home from seeing "Men Who Stare At Goats" with the Daly City homeboys. For the record, the movie is underwhelming. I had intended to be over for two hours, at the most, then head home and get a full night's sleep for the first time in I don't know when. At least a month now? Instead, S and I ended up spending the better part of that time at an awkward arm's length. As I was leaving, she began to cuddle, confessing to me that she'd been avoiding it because she didn't want to be disappointed when her cuddling me lead to her wanting to ask me to stay the night and I said no. I had turned down her request to stay the night before, as well. I assured her my reasons had nothing to do with not wanting to sleep alongside her; to the contrary, after the heartache we've both endured these last weeks, I wanted nothing more than to lay quietly with her in my arms. I gave in and agreed to stay. As I was drifting off to sleep, I asked her what was on her mind, since she'd fallen quiet. She surprised me by responding, "Honestly? Sex."
After what had taken place between the two of us and the mistakes I'd made, I'd thought it'd be weeks, at the earliest, before we'd even begin to entertain the idea of having sex. She'd told me when I'd agreed to stay that she wanted to try to pick things up from where we'd left off before things almost ended. We ended up having sex. It was awesome.
Today, things are back to normal. I honestly don't know what to make of her. When I'm actually in her presence, she's voracious in her eager and sincere affection. When we aren't together, it's radio silence. I'm having to get used to her style of relating.
A annoyed me tonight, so I grudge fucked the hell out of her and felt way better after. Funny.
But kudos my friend
As for vices, caffeine in those mornings after a lack of sleeping is had, nicotine when I'm drunk. So most nights