pirra

life is becoming so ideal in some aspects, though i have been seeing the end of it before it was barely started. . .
i cooked the best food last night ( organic chicken and pasta with salad that had rasberry vinigrette , i got this wine that claimed to have flavors of "ash and tar", along with more appealing, boring things.
i really like handcuffs, so now i really want a four-poster bed. The sex is getting so good. I never realized i could approach having sex with a boy like a girl, which is very good because i missed that. He is so fucking beautiful that it kills me sometimes. I love coffee and internet in the morning. I love recounting in how many ways my life is so good right now.

I also love:
when he goes down on me without warning
the sound he makes when he comes
that the boy at the co-op has given up ( i don't dig all-american boys).