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treeskinThere was a naked, 21-yr-old blonde man asleep in my bed when I got home from work today. ()
A couple hours of cuddling and cooling hormones, and a couple hours talking and being company before we both had to go be responsible adults. Pet has to be at work tonight at 11pm. He works the night shift, and came to our house after work to sleep, just for those four hours. It's very flattering, and very sweet. And he's right, we do need to try this on a night when he can stay, and we can take our time.
I got a good giggle at Pet's description of the conversation he had with his brother yesterday, trying to explain to his brother why he wouldn't be over to play the new video game. The brother didn't seem to get it.
I discovered something tonight. I really like the way my men* look after sex...all the muscles relaxed, that soft look on his face, the way he breathes, the way his penis relaxes and rests against his groin...the contrast between active, lustful passion and passion sated amazes me. I'm almost afraid to move, because I want to enjoy watching his as long as it lasts. And part of me is, at the same time, very tempted to rouse him again, to watch the transformation again.
Maybe it's just a girl thing.
* Did I say "my" men? Guess I did. Well, I guess Pet counts as one of "my" men now. When a guy says he's as interested in spending time talking to you as he is in spending time in bed with you, he probably counts as yours. And By seems to think of Pet that way already--he was threatening to make a collar for Pet to wear at Heartland, with a nametag that read "Jera's Pet". When I mentioned this to Pet this evening, he smiled and said he didn't know his neck size (16", I checked), otherwise, he would wear it. *evil grin*
A couple hours of cuddling and cooling hormones, and a couple hours talking and being company before we both had to go be responsible adults. Pet has to be at work tonight at 11pm. He works the night shift, and came to our house after work to sleep, just for those four hours. It's very flattering, and very sweet. And he's right, we do need to try this on a night when he can stay, and we can take our time.
I got a good giggle at Pet's description of the conversation he had with his brother yesterday, trying to explain to his brother why he wouldn't be over to play the new video game. The brother didn't seem to get it.
I discovered something tonight. I really like the way my men* look after sex...all the muscles relaxed, that soft look on his face, the way he breathes, the way his penis relaxes and rests against his groin...the contrast between active, lustful passion and passion sated amazes me. I'm almost afraid to move, because I want to enjoy watching his as long as it lasts. And part of me is, at the same time, very tempted to rouse him again, to watch the transformation again.
Maybe it's just a girl thing.
* Did I say "my" men? Guess I did. Well, I guess Pet counts as one of "my" men now. When a guy says he's as interested in spending time talking to you as he is in spending time in bed with you, he probably counts as yours. And By seems to think of Pet that way already--he was threatening to make a collar for Pet to wear at Heartland, with a nametag that read "Jera's Pet". When I mentioned this to Pet this evening, he smiled and said he didn't know his neck size (16", I checked), otherwise, he would wear it. *evil grin*
