Brent and Yalda have told each other that they are “falling for each other.” Yaaaaaay.
Meanwhile we’re still being friends. He told me that we have a lot to catch up on, and that it should be in person. He’s going to tell me how he got closure and clarity from his ex wife.
I’m less hopeful that Brent and I will do anything together soon. It’s fun to daydream, but it seems like a non-starter.
Kenny fucked me from behind yesterday, and it was lovely. He was kissing me while I was standing next to him and he was sitting in his computer chair. Then I bent over the bed, and he was spanking and fingering me. The bed’s a little high for that, so after a while I tucked my legs underneath me and I was scrunched in a exposed naked ball and he kept fingering me. It was really nice. Then I spread my legs a little more and we put some pillows underneath me, and he fucked me that way. He got deeper than usual, which was exciting but also a lot.
His calves are really bugging him. He tried stretching, he tried rolling, he tried using his leg massager machine things, he even made a doctor appointment. He didn’t feel up to dancing tonight. He didn’t feel up to doing much of anything yesterday, we pretty much just laid around all day.
I worry that because he’s 9 years older than me, his age will creep up on him sooner than I’d like. I’m only 32. He’s 41. I think part of him just gives up on having energy, too. I think he feels a little pang of something, and then rests more than he needs to because he’s sad. I worry that that’s why we’re fucking less, too. We did fuck on both Thursday and Sunday, though. That was nice.
My mom says I did a good job on my dance. “You look very graceful!” she said. She isn’t big on compliments, so that’s a nice thing for her to say.
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