All that said, FF1 is still my favorite. I love sex with him, and I’m truly fond of him.

Sexually, he’s attentive and highly skilled. He cares about my pleasure. He takes his own, easily and without fuss or challenge. His body is close to physically perfect. I love the sight of him. I find it hard to sleep next to him. He’s always polite, never assuming. He always wears a condom (except that once, when he was really, really drunk). He’s funny, and he tells me stories. I enjoy his company. We want nothing more from each other than the pleasant company we keep.

I haven’t written in a while, I guess. I did finally give up on Kyle — great sex but he’s just too damaged. I’m still seeing the beautiful boy and I’ve decided it’s just going to have to be okay to be a little bit in love with him. He slept over with me the first night in my new apartment, it was so nice. We’re seeing each other somewhat more regularly now — he told me I have to initiate dates, too, and not just wait for him. I’m trying really hard not to call him every fucking day.

And my fireman is awesome. He came over tonight – was driving back up from Virginia, stopped in for a quick fuck. I guess the denim mini was effective, he fucked me standing up in the middle of the apartment. Popped in the shower and dashed out to meet some friends. I fucking love it.

Do I still wish I had a ‘real’ boyfriend? Maybe. But I’m pretty happy with my two lovers.

Beautiful boy emailed to make plans for later this week. Guess he doesn’t scare that easily.

I wanted to hear from G. today, and I did. He texted to tell me they’d found the hiker who went missing, and he wanted to make sure I carried a phone when I hiked. Very sweet. He’s fighting a cold, and when I told him I hoped he felt better, he said ‘thank you my dear.’ I think it’s the first endearment he’s used with me, and it’s made me very happy.

some time has passed, gentle reader, and now it’s time to play catch up. I may not have a chance to put these posts into proper order, so apologies in advance for any inconsistencies in time sequencing.

well I did see the beautiful boy e. that week, and it was lovely. for the second time, he walks in and I’m naked before we leave the hallway. my kitchen counter, again put to good use. much fucking and sucking and loving. he held me all night. it’s such a happy and loving thing.

and i’m still seeing g., most recently the other night. it’s been stormy in nyc, my friends, and it was the day after an ice storm. we were going to go out to a show, then we reduced it to just dinner, but by the time I got to his place and we drank some wine, the next thing I know we were naked and dinner plans had been forgone. We had really nice, more passionate sex than usual, then he lent me a bathrobe and cooked me dinner and we drank more wine, then had more sex and went to sleep. Morning sex, though I had to initiate it, and then my usual dash out home to get ready to work. When I’m not with him, I fantasize about this being something more, but when I’m with him, I realize that this occasional fuck is all I need, want, and am getting.

oh, and i’m seeing a new J. now. J2 is a regular guy — he works at a media company, lives in queens with his brother, went to college but seems more self-educated, reads a lot, knows a lot, and simply loves having sex with me. we met online and had a chaste first date, but I quickly put an end to that on the 2nd date. We walked home nearly 4 miles and then fucked until we ran out of condoms. He likes sex, and he likes me, and he’s not looking for a girlfriend, and although neither of us is opposed to this turning into a relationship if it happens to go there, neither of us is confusing the sex with emotion. It’s some kind of awesome. And, maybe I forgot to mention this, but I came with him, the first time and always. He’s really good at cunnilingus, and really good at using the real name for things. He thinks my labia is soft. He noticed what I liked the first time and put it to good use the subsequent times. We were going to see each other again this coming weekend but couldn’t wait — saw him Wednesday.

So, yes, not that I’m counting, but between Tues with G. and Weds with J2, I had sex 6 times in 24 hr hours. I’m a happy girl.

How did I luck into this? G. takes me out, buys me dinner, drinks, fucks me, sets the alarm for whatever time I ask, fucks me again upon waking, is a perfect gentleman, walks me out to get a cab in the morning. All this, and a giant cock. BadAnnie = Happy. I occasionally wander into a fantasy where I become the girlfriend but honestly, why would I ruin such perfect arrangement?

It’s like the whole world just figured out I’m hot. I’ve been in good shape for a while now, but in the last few weeks — hell, the last few days — the compliments have been rolling in. The neighbors said something. C. at the coffee shop said something. The adorable boy at the wine shop said something. KD and hubby said something. The other neighbor. It goes on, and it’s starting to go to my head. I’m proud of my new body, and I’m sure having a lot of fun with it (lol),

Is it the body or the confidence? Maybe it’s just the clothes. I finally bought some stuff that fits this new Bad Annie booty.

If you’re a long-time reader, you’ll remember my earlier posts talking about how being so fat was making me unhappy. I am proud that I changed that, and I’m delighted to report that I am indeed happier.

I worked from home on Monday and J. and I spent most of the day on IM sexting. Not all of it titillating but a great, explicit discussion of what we’ve done (where, what, whom) and what we want to do. He’s dying to pop my ass cherry. lol. couldn’t get that phrase out of my mind all night. Continued via phone text when we both went out but my party ran late, he went home to brooklyn. His directness and unabashed need makes me very hot. Woke up in the night thinking of his cock, had to rub one off to go back to sleep. He checked in again tonight but I had class til late. Gotta figure out this scheduling thing.

I wake up in Bushwick and I’m totally spooned between this lovely boy and his puppy dog, one on each side. bliss.