#hisbody

And it was glorious. I had goosebumps. Kinda wish it was real, but not where I’m from. I’m surrounded by bigots and those who generally just aren’t inclined to have open minds.

This has been the most productive week I've had in a long time regarding work and finances. Feeling tired, but accomplished. Drained, but a little more #secure. We spent most of the week apart due to conflicting schedules, we're needing a little intimacy... but, we haven't let ourselves drift in distress. I feel that's #important. Talking about the realities, keeping an open line of communication has done wonders this time around. When faced with "dry spells" in the past, we've been victim to walls going up, bickering, frustration levels on high. But, our honest conversations have made the loneliest week bearable. I know we're okay. When my #heart starts to wonder, he pulls me back in for reassurance. I love him. I miss him. He's literally #bestfriend. Also, I'm sick of all my self-service orgasms this week! I miss his mouth, his hands, #hisbody and his sounds... & before the "if i were him" comments start, let me stress this is no fault of his alone. i've declined sexy time because... well frankly, i've just been so fucking tired. i had 36 hours by Wed, it's Sat and i'm still in the same week. no one is him & that's what i love the most... #dryspell or not.