Sex. Love Making.
Last night was. Hot. I love it when A is a little forceful, when he really knows what he wants. Confidence is a massive turn on. Slow build up last night, slow, warm, and really really fucking sexy. He teases well. Just enough.
The first thing I fell for when I first hooked up with A was the way he touched me. Strong hands, deliberate – he put me where he wanted me. And I liked it.
Last night in bed he says to me, “you know what I liked about tonight? Sitting at J’s tonight, we’re both so stubborn… I missed your bed cause it was better than mine and you complained about it being cold.” We had spent the night apart, which we haven’t been doing so much of lately. It’s shit like that, that gets me. He gets me. And I’m allowed to be stubborn. And to take my time.
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