Sitting across from him last night at dinner, I listened to him speak and thought, "God, I love this man!" Oh shit!!! There it is again...the "L" word!!! I can't help it. I use it all the time now. WE use it all the time. There are times that if I could crawl inside of him to get closer I would. The electricity when he grabs my hand as we walk or when his lips wrap around my nipples when we fuck is indescribable. It makes me wet just thinking about it.
"You are my Viagra," he tells me as I gaze at his beautiful rock hard cock with absolutely no enhancements what so ever.
All it takes is a look...a glance...him brushing up against me and I become wet.
I often want to write to let my blogging buddies know that I am still here. I am well and happier than I could ever imagine and at the same time I have no idea how I got here. "It doesn't matter," he tells me when I say this to him. "The road ahead is what we need to focus on."
Every word out of his mouth is like poetry even in bed when he talks about fucking...but we don't "fuck" we make love. I know...gross...but it's true. The connection is undeniable and when I think about ever being with another man...well I can't and this is coming from a woman who made a pledge to never being monogamous again.
I am clearly under some sort of spell but it is a spell that I pray never breaks.