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When you’re sitting on my couch with your dog, drinking red wine, wearing my Feelin Groovy t-shirt and 32 Degrees Cool black boxer briefs, I want to fill you up with cum even though I filled you up with cum about 45 minutes ago.
When you’re sitting on my couch with your dog, drinking red wine, wearing my Feelin Groovy t-shirt and 32 Degrees Cool black boxer briefs, I want to fill you up with cum even though I filled you up with cum about 45 minutes ago.
We wrote our first collaborative story. The word “fuck” appears 20 times. The word “hot” appears five times. The word “pussy” appears three times. The words “cum” and “cock” only appear once each. I am proud of us, and feel like we need to get about 50% nastier next time.
We started an exercise competition. There are apps and Apple Watches and points involved. I don’t entirely understand how it works… only that we are getting healthy and plan to live a long time because we are spinning a roulette wheel in your uterus and if we are going to repopulate the earth with progressive artist babies, they need to be raised by parents who stand up at least once every hour and get 10,000 steps and don’t vape and climb a dozen flight of stairs. We are training for parenthood and the civil war and the apocalypse. I’ve never felt so young even though it’s 38 days until my 48th birthday.
Wait. So you’re also one of the best editors I’ve ever worked with??? *opens private web browser… googles engagement rings*
Update: it’s been pointed out to me that I used the expression “multiple children” in a previous post. I’d just like to clarify that I have recently lost touch with my ability to reason due to being extremely happy and in love, and things come out of my mouth of which I’m not entirely responsible. What I’m saying is, I’m under a spell… the pheromones have me in their clutches… I see children lately and I don’t cringe… I am being pulled into a vortex of sexy, creative fertility and I don’t want it to stop.
I used to just dream about one or two small goals that I could work hard at and accomplish because that’s all that I thought was possible. With you, my dreams are getting bigger, wilder, more closely aligned with the life I’ve always wanted. I see collaborative art, novels, paintings, performances, hot sex, hot tubs, saunas, and a farm with multiple children and chickens running around. It doesn’t feel out of reach… it feels like, “Of course that’s what we’re going to do. Look at us. How could we do anything else?”
Remember that time we drove home from Topaz farm and listened to Coyote by Pete Seeger and birds were flying over the Willamette River and we definitely weren’t dating, but I had a sudden flash of understanding of everything that was about to happen between us. I wanted to kiss you so bad, but we just listened to Pete Seeger instead and it was so wonderful and painful and beautiful.
Magic 8 Ball says “Yes” 👀
Now that I’ve woken up spooning you, my morning cock lightly pressing against your ass, I don’t want to wake up any other way ever again.
I keep accidentally calling you my wife. There’s only one way to solve this problem.