date night

badannie had, well, a date with b-boy. we arranged to meet several days ahead of time. he came over sober. i cooked dinner, we watched tv, had sex, he went home. kind of nice, kind of weird. for now, i’m still thinking of it as a variation on the booty call. we’ll see.

sex, by the way? best ever. i’m not kidding. i’ve never come like that with a partner. he and his tongue are welcome over for dinner any time.

he was asking earlier for me to masturbate so he could watch. i declined but only because i really wanted him to touch me. now, i think he’s earned his watch… next time…

although: still hasn’t fucked me. if sex wasn’t so good without it i’d press the issue more, but it’s definitely bugging me.