the story of a secondary

[AnnabelMore]

At my suggestion, Clay and I are experimenting with anal play. I just posted about our first foray in great detail on my tumblr. It's... wow. I didn't expect to enjoy it so much. Afterwards, I felt so incredibly close to him. Like if I found just the right way to line my body up with his and hold him, we'd click together like two puzzles pieces.

As we were falling asleep, I started touching him, running my hands along his body, gently squeezing, exploring, taking his skin between my teeth and applying just enough pressure for him to feel me doing it, running my fingers through his hair and holding without pulling. I asked him, as I started doing these things, if it was ok, and he told me it was wonderful, that it made him feel sexy and loved. Every inch of him is so precious to me.

Occasionally it still feels crazy to feel so much love and devotion for someone I've known for two and a half months. Mostly, though, it just feels good. I know I'm still idealizing him, and this, I must be. This is NRE still, and it'll mellow in time. For now, though... the way he laughs, the way his mind works, the attention he pays to things, the way he says my name, how fucking skilled he is at the things he's set his mind to, the way I can see the tension melt out of him when I touch him, how grateful he is for it, how much focus and intensity he gives me...

Just, wow y'all.

[AnnabelMore]

Just because I feel like I'm not done talking about him:
His eyes are more than one color at once.
He's short, very short for a man, actually just a little shorter than me and I'm short for a woman.
His build is slight but well toned. He's strong and flexible, but he's not heavy and solid the way so many men are.
His skin is fair and smooth and patterned with beautiful freckles, especially over his shoulders.
His hair is soft and fine, sandy-blond, cropped to a couple of inches.
He speaks softly. He has a lot of thoughts, but he doesn't chatter. He pays close attention and he says what he means.
He loves me.
He loves me.
He loves me.