The Wr!ter & Boyfr!end: Pillow Talk
!! Dear Whomever Gives A Damn !!
Surprisingly, he followed me upstairs not long after I headed up myself. Usually, when I head to bed, it's about an hour or so before he follows me, but it was about ten minutes or so before he was climbing into bed beside me. We started talking, and he tried to give me a kiss. I tried to pull away and he was forcing my head towards him - he kissed my head. I said "no way, you denied me a kiss earlier - and said I had to earn it. Offered to shag you for a kiss and you denied that too" - he started laughing and replied that he got a kiss already. I said it wasn't fair.
Somehow we got on the topic of presents, and he asked if I peeked. I said no. He called me a liar. He continued to call me a liar every time I denied it. I said fine, I peeked, but only to see how many presents you got me. He rolled over, his back to me, trying to act mad - but laughing - and said that he knew it, and called me a liar. A lying peeker, a peeking liar. I laughed and said that I just wanted to see how many he got. He laughed, and I said I should have just went to the sex shop. He said for what? I said to get your gift. He asked what I would have got, and I said I don't know - whatever I found there. (Never been to a sex shop, closest thing to a sex shop that I've been in is San Francisco (the store) - ha ha). So, I then said a dildo. A pink one. He laughed and said "good, saves me the energy!"
I smacked him (playfully), and said whatever! Rolled away. He laughed, patted my shoulder and said "you said it". He squeezed my bum, and I said don't touch - you don't get any. Rolled away some more. He asked why I was all the way over there - there was a big gap between us and I say to him "I'm away from you because I fuck you too much or don't fuck you enough - just can't win! So I figure if I lay alllll the way over here, I won't touch you and arouse you and just figured I'm better off not touching you!" He patted my shoulder and said "good call". We both laughed, and I just said "whatever!" after laughing.
Eventually, I think our conversation wore thin and we just ended up passing out. There was originally a gap between us, but I think as I got up to the washroom - he moved over - because when I came back, he was close enough for me to lay with my head in the crook of his arm. When I was in the washroom, I had heard him move - but figured he was rolling over and going to sleep - but he did roll over, but in the opposite direction towards my side of the bed, which was originally his side - but somehow - our bed is softer on one side than the other. He hates the soft side, so we switched and we both have yet to have back pain since we switched.
I really like how we can joke around, and how he actually stays up to talk to me. Before last week, he'd always just roll over and go to sleep - now he actually tries to talk, and we joke around and just spend about an hour in bed talking before we finally pass out together. I like those moments we spend in bed together, because we don't always get the chance to talk or spend time together or anything through out the day.
It's times like that with him, that truly takes away my bitterness and allows me to enjoy my life and brings me back to what really matters in life.
ox (! Tw!nkers !) xo
♥ ♥ ♥
Surprisingly, he followed me upstairs not long after I headed up myself. Usually, when I head to bed, it's about an hour or so before he follows me, but it was about ten minutes or so before he was climbing into bed beside me. We started talking, and he tried to give me a kiss. I tried to pull away and he was forcing my head towards him - he kissed my head. I said "no way, you denied me a kiss earlier - and said I had to earn it. Offered to shag you for a kiss and you denied that too" - he started laughing and replied that he got a kiss already. I said it wasn't fair.
Somehow we got on the topic of presents, and he asked if I peeked. I said no. He called me a liar. He continued to call me a liar every time I denied it. I said fine, I peeked, but only to see how many presents you got me. He rolled over, his back to me, trying to act mad - but laughing - and said that he knew it, and called me a liar. A lying peeker, a peeking liar. I laughed and said that I just wanted to see how many he got. He laughed, and I said I should have just went to the sex shop. He said for what? I said to get your gift. He asked what I would have got, and I said I don't know - whatever I found there. (Never been to a sex shop, closest thing to a sex shop that I've been in is San Francisco (the store) - ha ha). So, I then said a dildo. A pink one. He laughed and said "good, saves me the energy!"
I smacked him (playfully), and said whatever! Rolled away. He laughed, patted my shoulder and said "you said it". He squeezed my bum, and I said don't touch - you don't get any. Rolled away some more. He asked why I was all the way over there - there was a big gap between us and I say to him "I'm away from you because I fuck you too much or don't fuck you enough - just can't win! So I figure if I lay alllll the way over here, I won't touch you and arouse you and just figured I'm better off not touching you!" He patted my shoulder and said "good call". We both laughed, and I just said "whatever!" after laughing.
Eventually, I think our conversation wore thin and we just ended up passing out. There was originally a gap between us, but I think as I got up to the washroom - he moved over - because when I came back, he was close enough for me to lay with my head in the crook of his arm. When I was in the washroom, I had heard him move - but figured he was rolling over and going to sleep - but he did roll over, but in the opposite direction towards my side of the bed, which was originally his side - but somehow - our bed is softer on one side than the other. He hates the soft side, so we switched and we both have yet to have back pain since we switched.
I really like how we can joke around, and how he actually stays up to talk to me. Before last week, he'd always just roll over and go to sleep - now he actually tries to talk, and we joke around and just spend about an hour in bed talking before we finally pass out together. I like those moments we spend in bed together, because we don't always get the chance to talk or spend time together or anything through out the day.
It's times like that with him, that truly takes away my bitterness and allows me to enjoy my life and brings me back to what really matters in life.
ox (! Tw!nkers !) xo
♥ ♥ ♥