Monday night was my first night in the new apartment and The Neighbor stayed over, all Lunesta butterflies — as he calls them — and all.
Naturally, I didn’t sleep. A light buzzed, I heard men on the stairs, a car starting, and I was terrified of disturbing TN since, after all, there’s nothing he dislikes more than sleeping with someone.
It was funny that once morning broke he woke up smiling, having slept like the dead. I remained bleary eyed and nervous, completely exhausted.
“Good morning, Hy,” he smiled. We kissed with our mouths closed and I got up to make myself some coffee.
When I came back I whimpered my need for him and I crawled back into my bed softly alight with morning rays and cuddled the fuck out of him until he gently parted my knees and pushed his way inside.
It was gentle, but enough. I wanted to give him just a vagina hug, nothing more. One little orgasm was all I could muster anyway.
I snapped some pics; he tossed a pillow on me as he recovered all his clothing; he continued to beam out love and happiness at me like a kid who just passed through the gates of Disneyland; and I stumbled through the rest of my day with boxes and boxes and boxes.
I’m finally home and happens to be right here with me.
Nobody better pinch me.