It’s been 4 days since my vasectomy, so it’s also been 4 days since I have cum. I’m not used to that, I hardly ever go more than 2 days without orgasming.
We have had this rule, ever since we started. It was mostly a result of both of us dealing with exes who would mangle the truth, hide things or flat-out lie. The rule is very simple: say what is on your mind. Or as we like to more aptly call it:
Ik zie best veel posts langs komen de afgelopen tijd over termen als cisgender waarbij ook mensen die ik normaal gesproken best hoog heb zitten zich afvragen waar al die terminologie over gaat en waar het voor nodig is.
So, there has been a lot of talk going on again on fat/fit shaming… time for me to break out my favourite technique: the analogy.
I’d like to take you along with me with what goes on in my head on a typical morning run.
Her scent is intoxicating to me. I breathe it in deeply on that first hug, as she whispers in my ear “I’ve missed you daddy”. I want to tell her that I’ve missed her too, that the week was long and I’ve missed the way her skin feels under my touch. I want to say that I love her and that I’m happy to be together again.
How did you get here? The date started off fairly normally… Meeting for coffee, laughs, some drinks. When did it take this dark turn?
I hurt myself today, to know that I still feel. I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real