love nest

Feb 15, 2014 00:33

Mr. C accompanied me to visit friends in Santa Barbara.

Bizarre that I would invite him, and that he'd go with me, and that we'd have that kind of closeness considering we'd barely even had a first kiss. ...though, I'd invited him before we even really got together and discussed dating, let alone kissed.
This week, however, we did it all. Frenching on a mountain top. Back seat necking. Fingering and oral sex. The whole enchilada. And very cliche of us, on Valentine's.
But our physical intimacy wasn't without hiccups. Despite being concerned about being premature, he actually had issues keeping it up. He was nervous about performance and completely freaking himself out.
He's got a lovely cock and I have no idea why he could possibly think he's not large enough; much bigger and he'd be too much to handle. He's already to much to swallow. Two hands plus room to maneuver. I can't even reach tip to base with a finger spread. And I want it all inside me, his big frame over me, working, thrusting, forcing me to open wide.

* * *
So very sleepy.
We stayed awake pleasing one another. Fits and starts sex.
My eye lids fall

mr. c

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