I like to consider myself a very private person. Someone that's reserved about the really important stuff, although I'm generally very social. Okay. I like to be the leader, the one who people look up to and who ends up making a difference with in the surroundings.
He's next to me right now. He's speaking on the phone. For a person that's rather quiet and patient, he sure talks loudly into the phone. I like it when he smiles and when he laughs, specially when it's that 'hearty' type of laugh. From time to time I interrupt his conversation to tease him and he stops talking and gives me one of those heart-melting smiles of his, there's a twinkle in his eyes. As I'm typing, I have his strong voice as my background, and I feel so safe, in such good company that there's a certain relief within me. We had seafood tonight, because he knows I like it and he prepared it for the two of us. Now, we're in 'our' (cause it's really his) bedroom. I can't help it, even as I speak. I want to kiss him, jump on him, make him want to thrust deep inside me (Such a naughty girl me), which I know he's more than willingly to do. He has such beautiful lips, full and warm, they make my knees weak. And he's sitting right next to the bed. I can see him from the corner of my eye. He speaks on the phone, yet he looks at me writing, then looks at the bed, and I know what he thinks of because he discreetly licks his lips. He knows I'm smiling and he knows what I want.
Okay, so I'm seriously considering moving in with him, more than ever right now. Oh oh... He just hung up, and he's coming towards me with that smirk...
BYE
He's next to me right now. He's speaking on the phone. For a person that's rather quiet and patient, he sure talks loudly into the phone. I like it when he smiles and when he laughs, specially when it's that 'hearty' type of laugh. From time to time I interrupt his conversation to tease him and he stops talking and gives me one of those heart-melting smiles of his, there's a twinkle in his eyes. As I'm typing, I have his strong voice as my background, and I feel so safe, in such good company that there's a certain relief within me. We had seafood tonight, because he knows I like it and he prepared it for the two of us. Now, we're in 'our' (cause it's really his) bedroom. I can't help it, even as I speak. I want to kiss him, jump on him, make him want to thrust deep inside me (Such a naughty girl me), which I know he's more than willingly to do. He has such beautiful lips, full and warm, they make my knees weak. And he's sitting right next to the bed. I can see him from the corner of my eye. He speaks on the phone, yet he looks at me writing, then looks at the bed, and I know what he thinks of because he discreetly licks his lips. He knows I'm smiling and he knows what I want.
Okay, so I'm seriously considering moving in with him, more than ever right now. Oh oh... He just hung up, and he's coming towards me with that smirk...
BYE
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Nevermind that you're having a helluva night that you know I'll read about.
But what's up with not even mentioning me when "introduction" of your friends comes rolling around. Hmm... should I take that the right way?... or the wrong way?
Whichever chere, you'll get yours.
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