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23.f.Los Angeles
Aquarius, Dragon

The Numbers     The Purpose     

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It’s been a long time since I’ve written

And it’s not that I haven’t wanted to write or that I had nothing to say. It’s just that I’ve been having so much fun with him. Me and the boy are still together. We’re moving on to 10 months of dating and it just keeps getting better and better every month thereafter.

I really love him and I’m really happy.

Our sex is still awesome. He’ll send me texts and whisper in my ear that my pussy is the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. I still give him great head, I keep it varied, and every time he is happily spent in the end.

When we first met I was 50lbs heavier but he swears he doesn’t notice and he loves me just the same. Whether I gain the weight back or continue to lose (which wasn’t intentional, apparently smoking weed and dancing a lot has been good for me) he says he will stay by my side.

And I believe him. He was there during my melanoma surgery (a small procedure) when no one, not even my mother would go with me. He went with me. 

I don’t know what else to say about him other than that he’s a fantastic man. I couldn’t be luckier.

I am very happy.

So there was surprise anal sex with the boy tonight.

More like I surprised him with it and I’m more than positive that he really liked it.

I’m late putting this in here but HIV- as of 1.10.13

It’s been six months since my last test and…

getting tested is a great way to start the new year. :)

7075-4130:

Please and thankyou

7075-4130:

Please and thankyou

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It’s been awhile since I wrote

I’ve been really happy lately with the boy and I’ve haven’t been tip toeing around calling him my boyfriend. He’s my boyfriend, he’s my Number One. We spend a lot of time together, we make time for each other, we check up on each other, we have each other’s back. He makes me feel good, I make him feel good, and he makes me very very happy.

Only with him does he manage to make me feel absolutely sexy while sucking his dick. Like last night I really wasn’t afraid to push my limits and deepthroat him deeper than I’ve ever done to anyone ever before. Like I’m really happy to give him the best he’ll probably ever get and make him happy. That’s enough for me most of the time and it turns me on so much to make him moan, squirm, and squeeze my shoulders when he gets excited.

I love it.

Last night I teased him, kissing him, nipping at his neck, sucking and nibbling on his ears. I got in his lap and ground against him, smooshed my boobs in his face and pretty much just gave him a lap dance lol. He couldn’t stop smiling he looked so happy! I think that’s what made me feel so sexy is that he looked like he just unwrapped the greatest gift ever and I wasn’t even naked. That’s what I love about him.

Well one of the many many things.

Last Night

What can I even say about last night?

I still haven’t assigned that boy a number and honestly I don’t really want to. He’s starting to become more and more special to me and since last night I’m pretty sure he thinks the same of me too. He’s not a guy who I feel like I can juggle with others - even if he might be okay with it I’d rather just let him keep this pussy all to himself.

We still have not had any sex, we enjoy giving each other oral probably far too much!

But anyway, yesterday I got in a terrible screaming fight with my mother over something small and stupid and I stormed out of the house. I was supposed to meet the boy and ended up being late because she felt the need to keep me in the house to argue some more. I wasn’t having it so I promptly left, slamming doors and speeding off in my car like a mad man.

Eventually I meet him at his house and I’m still a bit heated but I’m over it. We kissed, hugged, he gave me a tour of the house (it was my first time there) and brought me upstairs to his room. He commented on how much he liked my dress (a simple little black dress) and I just blushed and apologized for being late. I explained to him what happened and he offered his sympathies, hugged me, and then offered me the bong he’d been smoking.

I was glad to smoke some weed, it’s been awhile and I haven’t had time to go to the dispensary to get any. It’s probably why I let myself get so pissed off, when I smoke that almost never happens. We cuddled, talked, smoked, watched Adult Swim and just enjoyed each other’s company. Then he started kissing me and he basically didn’t stop all night. This was the first time that we were both completely alone with a bed so I could get why he was excited.

At this point I still had my dress on but he kissed my lips, down my neck, the tops of my breasts before slipping himself down and getting comfortable between my legs. I just lay there and enjoyed him kissing, licking, and nibbling my thighs. He was an awful tease (and by awful I mean good) because he then slid his tongue over my panties and in circles around my clit. I wanted to die! I kept moving my hips trying to get him to do more and he eventually did.

I have no idea who taught him to eat pussy or whatever but I wish I could thank them because he’s the first guy I’ve ever been with who is legitimately good at it. So good that I he pulls orgasms out of me that I had no idea were there. So good that I don’t care that I’m not getting the dick because his fingers and tongue are more than enough.

He doesn’t even pressure me for sex because apparently I’m the best head he’s ever gotten too. Match made in heaven! All night we went back and forth giving each other hand jobs and oral and kissing and snuggling.

There was a point where we were spooning and I was grinding my ass up against his dick until it got hard between my cheeks. He held me tightly and moaned in my ear as I did this and it was making me really wet but I was too comfortable to turn around and give him head. So instead I took his dick and rubbed up against my pussy before sliding it between my thighs but flush against my clit. I tightened my thigh muscles and moved back and forth slowly, simulating like we were having sex but all it was were my own thighs wet with my own juices. He was loving it, he began thrusting himself after a few minutes before cumming and grabbing my tits. I’m hoping that my innovativeness (though it’s not that innovative) impressed him a little bit.

We took breaks to go downstairs and eat and make tea before running back upstairs to each other again.

Well, more like wobbling for me because my lower half was just like jelly.

I really like that I enjoy him and he enjoys me.

When I left this morning we kissed for a long time before I got in my car. He asked me if I enjoyed myself and I said, “Of course I did! Did you enjoy yourself?”

"Definitely."

And I like that outside of sex we really enjoy each other.

I really like him and I’m blushing as I’m writing this, getting little flutters, I sincerely hope this works out.

I swear…

by the time he’s finished fingering me and eating me, my pussy feels like it’s melting.

I secretly love when exes call me and tell me they think about me when they masturbate.
So…

That’s the second time a guy has ever ate my ass and I still really liked it.

Do that again please!

Number Three

This will most likely be my last post regarding Number Three.

Before, when I was upset, I was talking about him. It’s still a little strange to me how we had a relationship and yet had no relationship. I fell into that trap, that same pattern that I try desperately to break with most every man I become emotionally entangled with. I just wanted him to like me so badly but he was in it for the sex.

We had a talk about that and he apologized to me about being insincere, leading me on, etc. By then I was pretty much over it, I wasn’t upset anymore, and I was pretty much just telling him that I didn’t want to do this with him anymore. I was just tired of feeling used and being hurt by him and I think he understood mostly. We agreed to part ways nicely and I’ve been feeling much better lately. He was adorable and mostly respectful despite a bit of boyish naivete. 

So now Number Three is Number Three.

And the current boy I’m seeing now will be the new Number Three or maybe Number Two. I haven’t decided yet and I need to talk with him frankly about how he feels about me. That’s what will really determine things.