THE BOYFRIEND stayed over my place last night again. He overslept waaaayyyy too much the night before, so he didn't even bother going home to St. Augustine. He overslept at my place too, but not by much. He woke up at 1 a.m., that's when he was supposed to be at the station. Luckily, I live only 15 min away. Not too bad. I'm sure he isn't appreciating my not waking him up either. Hey! We both woke up with the alarms, then fell back asleep.
But anyways, he came over, started some laundry so he could have clean clothes to wear, and then we just laid around in my bed. He started to get handsy, so clothes came off and I went down on him. At the point where he was just about to cum, he lifted me up and I settled down on his dick, undulating back and forth until I came. Then he wanted me to "clean him off completely." Until he came that is. Eh, that's fine. I got to cum. This time when he came, he had his arms outstretched and palms facing upwards. To me it looked like he was about to do the Titantic pose, you know "I'm the king of the world!" but not completely, cause they weren't all the way up. Before he came, he started shuddering and clenching his legs up around me. I never got that before. I loved it!
Later that night, as we were settling down to sleep, we started going at it again. This time he got on top of me. Still no condom people. I find it quite funny that the DAY after we started not using a condom, there is a birth control recall. Luckily, mine wasn't effected. Back to the sex. He started out slow, you know, enjoying what he was feeling as he was inside me. I came like three times. At one point, he had stopped moving, so I just started touching myself, letting him enjoy the show. And he did because very soon after I started he started moving again, this time hard and fast, stopping every now and then, buried deep in me; I loved that feeling. Seriously, I forgot what having sex without a condom is like. So amazing not feeling that bit of latex between us, feeling all of him and his skin and heat. And I love the look on his face as he came. It's like nothing else. Honestly. Pure. Pleasure.
I was wondering if things were slowing down with us. Still not sure. But everytime I see him, all of those thoughts leave and I just enjoy spending time with him. As it should be. Things are more likely moving quite quickly. What with the meeting of the fam and spending almost everyday together. Some of our coworkers mentioned to me that I am happier when I am with him, bubbly even. One called it a "gross couple" thing. Not sure how I feel about being a "gross couple", with the being all happy and completely all about each other. But I'm not going to stop. THE BOYFRIEND makes me happy when I am with him. Everyone should feel like I do when he is around.
He was telling me about the many times he went to a stip club to get a lap dance. Apparently in Broward County, you can touch just as long as the dancer is okay with it. Basically nothing between the groin and the knees. I admit I got a twinge of jealousy. But then I thought, "why?" I like getting lapdances. They are quite interesting. I felt like telling him that if he went to a strip club when he goes back to Ft. Lauderdale, I don't care; he can do what he wants as long as he comes home to me and still wants to be with me. But I felt like saying that would be obvious. And who knows, maybe he went to the strip club when he was single. I doubt it. (I am a negative nancy) But you never know. I guess I just get jealous when I think of him paying some chick to shake her cunt in his face and rubbing up on him. That's normal, right? Is it the act of the lapdance that gets men off? Or is it just being near a cunt that gets them off, the fantasy? And what is this fantasy that they have? I wanna ask, but again, I don't want to seem petty or whatever. How does that come off to a guy? It's gotta be a fantasy thing. But is it something that is solved with having a regular pussy to fuck? I guess what I'm really wondering is if THE BOYFRIEND is thinking about a stipper's cunt when he has me. NOW that's petty I think. But shouldn't he be thinking about me, and having sex with me? I think about him, and having sex with him. No one else. Now that I have a boyfriend to fuck whenever, I don't need to think about some one else. I get that the male mind just thinks about sex constantly. But like I've said before, I just want to know that I am all that he thinks about, or close to it at least.
I am overthinking again. Now is the time to leave this overthinking behind, before I ruin everything. Talk to you later. Ciao!
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