We fell behind a week on our blood oaths. The response from our readers was overwhelming. “Where are you?” they wondered. “Come back! Tell us about your love and your oaths!” No wait. We haven’t told anyone about this yet. It’s just us, oathing into the void, writing these declarations for each other. I keep waiting for someone to find this website. To stumble on it and say, “Who are these beautiful, hot motherfuckers?”
I’m sitting with you in bed, cum dripping out of my pussy, talking about how you secretly love Enya and I secretly love Creed and I couldn’t be more in love. I mean, you really accept me for who I am. I didn’t tell you, however, that I stole my mom’s credit card one time in high school to subscribe to monthly deliveries of Pure Moods. I thought I was all deep and shit listening to those CD’s on my discman on the school bus while everyone else was listening to Coolio or Linkin Park, and it’s reassuring to know that somewhere far away, at the same time, you were pretending not to listen to Enya. Oh yeah, I also like Linkin Park.
I’ve never been so hot for you as I am when we are editing a story or essay together on the sentence level, breaking that shit down with a kind of specificity that very few people in the world can do, and then we also get to fuck. I definitely died at some point and this is the afterlife and I’m in heaven and it’s goddamn wonderful.
I daydream about our future home every single day. And when I do, I don’t think about size or quality or neighborhood. I don’t think about value or nice furniture or amenities. I think, where the hell are we going to put all these books and art!?
We became boyfriend and girlfriend on September 8. I just added “make a baby” to our shared Google calendar for your peak ovulation dates in December. This feels exactly right, on time, nailing this.
I’ve never considered myself a size queen before, but … it really turns me on every time I think about how tall you are.
Last week, I had a pang of insecurity thinking about you doing sex work. I got into my head about it, and for the first time since we started dating, felt threatened by it. You could have been annoyed or frustrated, but instead you made room for my moment of insecurity. You let me talk my way out of it and reassured me, and suddenly I felt like hot shit again, like your bf and capital “D” Daddy and future husband. We fucked three times in a row and now you are sitting across from me reading me sexts by weird horny men who want to send you pictures of them sucking on a dildo, and all I can think is, “I can’t wait until you’re wife.”
I love that I’m able to talk about my work with you, especially because the things I usually want to share are screenshots of bewildering chats from clients wanting to talk about things like fucking my face until I vomit, pissing into my mouth, and sharing nudes of their wives (without their permission, of course) in order for me to help “ruin” them. Like, what in the absolute fuck!?!?!?!? It makes the work so much more manageable knowing that you are on the other side, affirming that yes, this is fucked up and that, yes, I should definitely drain them of as much money as possible for giving them a lecture, a spanking, and sending them back home to their mommies.
I usually text you a screenshot of my blood oaths when I post them, but I’m going to keep this one a secret. I don’t know when you’ll find it. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe a week from now. Maybe in a year. I’m just going to hide this oath here like a message in the bottle. The message is this: I’m so fucking crazy about you, baby. So crazy. You’ve made my life feel like a shining, new thing. Every day I wake up happy and fall asleep happy, and it’s because I know that at some point I’m going to see you, text you, kiss you, fuck you, watch TV with you, and hold you all night. You’re so fucking hot and cool and smart. I did something right. Seriously. Like… wtf?
We just finished our first co-write and I am kind of floored by the way we were both able to offer suggestions, hear each other out, and say, you’re right, from time to time. Don’t get used to hearing me say that, though. It won’t happen often 😉