I had a very good weekend. Saturday my boyfriend came over and we spent the day together then drove to my friend's house [she is his cousin], it was her 30th birthday party. She always had themed parties, this one was a pajama party. My boyfriend, being creative as he is, got this little black, women's robe and some black silk boxers, he wore a black t-shirt under his robe. He looked sleazy and hilarious. I wore my Star Wars thermal jammies. Neither one of us drank, he was driving but also just didn't want to drink. I also just didn't want to drink. My friend did make some Oreo shots, the creme was scraped off the cookies and a vanilla pudding creme was used, with lots of alcohol. I had one, they were supremely strong.
My boyfriend spent the night at my house, we had amazing sex when we got back to my place in addition to the great sex we had as soon as he got to my house earlier in the day. We cuddled all night. I snuck this pic of us this morning, he was still asleep. I sent it to him and he said it was adorable.
We just hung out all day, I watched him play video games for awhile. He napped in my lap. I took another picture haha! While lounging after his nap I asked him 'you know what?' He asked. I told him I really wanted him to fuck me. So we went to my room again and had more wonderful sex. Sadly he had to go home shortly after.
Last night while cuddling, as we were drifting off, I said I loved him. He said he loved me too, probably more than I'll ever know. It struck me in the best way. I love him so, so much. I'm so lucky.
