The door to my room is ajar in preparation for her arrival. She enters and when I look up, it takes my brain a second to register how much I adore that face. Then the perma-smile forms. I can’t remove it if I wanted.
I don’t know if there’s a term for a semi-pro blind double date, but I definitely experienced one this weekend.
Lots of moments like that together. Lots of badly needed phenomenal hours-long infinite-orgasm sex. Lots of beautiful looks from her – I have at least 10 different personalities of her face in my head – just now she looked at me with #9, one of my favorites. We’re in our own world.
Clothes peel off faster than you would think possible. Within seconds she is gloriously bare, leaning against the edge of the bed. My heart skips a beat in anticipation.
Tonight is the first night in my own place in 17 years. Ratified the contract last week, settle in 2 weeks, but the place was empty and the owners were OK with me moving in early.