A month without updates, certainly not a month without tales to tell though.
Sex has been good. As it always is. Feels like it’s gone up a notch emotionally though. It feels a little more loved up than it has been, which it was before also, just now more so. Make sense?
Communication is key. Communication is HOT! A and myself talk. A lot.
For a while now we’ve been using condoms again. This isn’t a bad thing, in fact I think it’s been good. I went off the pill, decided to break for a while, it does fucking stupid things to my body and my brain. My anxiety has come down since I’ve been off it. So I’ll stay off it for a little while longer. Condoms, as annoying as they can be, are also great in the sense that A) I’m reducing the chance of baby making – WOOT! and B) I have always strongly associated them with sexual insertion – that is, I generally don’t insert without a condom – toys that is, in solo sessions. I have for the most part made my toys don a sleeve – the brain thinks this is HOT. And I’ve got that coming back.
Running around my head the past week or two are two things I am close to saying.
1) Fuck me anally.
2) I Love You.
Over and Out.
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