I like it rough

I have a boyfriend. He's beautiful.


I met his parents last night and they too are lovely. I'm going to tell you about him:

He's a sociology geek like me; we want to go to the same uni and have already discussed what were going to do over Christmas. Were into similar things and have similar ideas but without being exactly the same as each other. He respects me, he loves me (despite the fact that weve only been together just over a week, but time is relative). I am sexually attractive, aesthetically pleasing and wanted.

He stayed over at mine last thursday. First time I'd met him in person and it was unbelievably easy to like him. He's just one of those people who you feel like you've known forever which makes everything comfortable around him.

So it was my turn to visit him this weekend and boy, am i glad i could stay over. There's nothing better than sharing a bed with someone you like and considering he's a bit of an insomniac, we slept for a long time. Infact we didn't actually wake up til about half 3 in the afternoon.

Friday morning about half 10 i jumped on the train to Manchester, by myself. When i text my mum telling her I'd found Chris as the other end she text back saying well done, as if by getting the train myself I had achieved something. Gotta love her.

Seeing him there in the train station waiting for me felt great. Usually, when I'm meeting someone I'm panicky as hell, but not with Chris. With him, I feel safe.

We caught another train and then walked to his house and that's when I met his mother for the first time. She's so lovely and seems to like me which is always a bonus. Bear in mind though that when I arrived, my makeup was done and I looked nice, because I certainly didn't look like that the second time I met her. I looked debauched the second time.

His mum left for work then and we grabbed some food then got it on. Sex with him is the best, as you'l find out later. I came 5 times while everyone was out, then once when everyone was in bed and once this morning which is a record for me, but it shows how amazing he is. The sex was creative and I've never orgasmed like that before; he gave me aftershocks. See, we tried the legs above the head thing, doggy style (super awesome) , me being on top, sex on the couch, sex on the table and my all time favourite sex with asphyxia. What's also amazing is when he does the oh so great fingering while i touch myself to the point of climax and then he strangles me. It's like a triple score. Plus he's a scratcher which feels so nice and he isn't bothered by my masochistic tendencies. He put his finger up my bum too which is really weird and not so great. I don't understand these women that get off on that.

Anyway, in between the sex we watched tv, chatted about nice personal things, laid on his bed still naked for a while (which is lovely that were both comfortable enough to do that) and then watched a really shitty film. We showered together too and he washed my back and then let me wear his pyjamas. All such nice couple-y things that I don't get to do on a regular basis.

At some point his parents came home and so we had a drink (bless his mum who brought me a bottle of wine home because Chris knows it turns me on) and we watched a film called Wakewood. It was nice to be part of a family like that, to be talked to and appreciated. The film ended and after our 6th sex act we went to bed and snuggled for a bit, talked and then fell asleep. He held me in his arms, with our naked bodies pressed close against each other and honestly, I could lay like that forever.

He woke me up with his fingers pressed against my clit = best wake up technique ever. This quickly turned into mutual orgasms which were ruined by the fact that it was 4pm and I had to leave in an hour and half, so we got dressed, i shoved my shit in my bag and then wrote him a letter. A letter which is probably too clingy, too sappy, but honest. Always honest.

'And I count down the hours til I get to see your face'. How relate-able.

We left then, back to the train station and everything was still so easy and comfortable. When I leave him, I don't feel like I'm going away because I know I'm going to see him again.
I think he could be long term. I want it to happen like that. For the first time in my life, I want to belong to someone. 


I like being his.