Salty came home early on Tuesday, I was ecstatic, couldn’t
wait to see him. It seriously got to the
point to where I (we) were counting down the hours until he arrived.
And then he got in an hour late.
So I got to him right as he was getting home; two hours
after I was supposed to see him.
And it was good.
Actually, it was great.
We went directly to his pool tournament (holding hands. In
his Corvette). I joked with his teammates, was thoroughly impressed with his
skills, and felt naked when he was further than arms’ reach from me. (Yes, I
just admitted to that. And no, I don’t
know what took over my body or what aliens did with the real Karsen.)
We went home and joked around. We cuddled.
We kissed. We watched and made
fun of stupid horror movies. We stayed
up until the wee hours of the morning waiting for the Kings’ highlights to come
on. And then we went to bed.
And by “went to bed” I mean we had the most amazing sex of
my life. Twice. And then once more in the morning.
True story: I would suggest making a cast out of his penis. It is borderline perfect.
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