small presents…
i love giving things to people…but i am not a huge fan of buying things…so, i really just end up giving lots of things away…
i love it…
adam came over last night and we feverishly looked for a present for him…something i haven’t used in years…
it was a fun search full of laughing and joking and kissing…we finally found it, and a few other things…
and i gracefully admitted that i loved the fact that i said silly things when i was drunk, and he never brings them up…it is like he actually knows when i am just being silly – most people take me far too seriously…
but i suppose i listen to his silliness sometimes…
after smilingly appreciating him, i told him i wanted to see him upstairs – where we would whack off together…
this might be, perhaps, my one of my favorite things to do when you can think of nothing else – it is a nice default…you whack off on your side of the bed, and i whack off on mine – and we watch each other…
this is my first time with him – i love to see how a man treats himself, how he grips himself, how much he takes himself seriously, how much he gets into it…you learn a lot about a person.
and it is damn sexy…
there is so much tension from not being able to touch the other person – but you know you both want to…self imposed torture…
i couldn’t take it much longer and begged him to fuck me, he did – sweetly – and then i turned over and stuck my ass in the air – and he almost came instantly in that position…
we got restarted, and he bent me over the bed – slammed into me for what seemed like forever – we got back on the bed and faced each other…
‘what do you need?’
‘whatever you want…’
i replied ‘i want to resist’
‘okay’
‘it is intense, are you okay with it?’
‘yeah’
we have never before discussed resistance play – but i feel good and i trust him…he knows how to feel things out…but i am a bit curious if he even knows what i am talking about – sometimes he understands way more than i give him credit for, i often wonder if it is because he actually knows these things or is just very sharp and good at conjecture…
he immediately grabs my hands and holds them above my head, i suppose he did know what i was talking about – i struggle a little – not wanting to move too fast – he pushes right back…
he is a natural…
we struggle for a while, i sort of a play a bit of a victim…next time i will look him in the eye defiantly – i wasn’t sure if we were ready for that…
we both finish in a clash of moans – and immediately find each in our arms…fallen into a mass of limbs and caresses and kisses…we both came out of it warm and fuzzy and loving a little bit more…
i can’t hardly explain the feeling at the end of fierce struggling…
[...] so adam is still my friend. i love him dearly. we talk and joke and i smoke his cigarettes. there is little [...]