lokidog

after the sex i had last night, red wine, at 10:30am seems totally reasonable.

i'm not trying to be boastful in anyway. it was just so good that my thoughts are saturated with images. there are still physical reminders; hints of her scent on my facial hair, sweetly sore pierced nipples that tell me about every move my t-shirt makes, and the well used tender part of me behind my pajama pants that never seems to stay satisfied for more than a few hours....

it was amazing, it was what i needed, and now i want more.