Ravi's coming over this morning for an 8am date.
Do you call that a date?
He’s good, I like him. I can kiss and hug him naked in my arms, skin on skin, and he cums all over me, without ever touching his cock. We’re kissing passionately, and suddenly he is breathing hard, and spasming and squirting fluid all over me, it’s hot. Really hot.
12 hours later...
It was good to see him, it's been a while. We were both good, excited, happy, we had fun.
Then I went to see my mum, she was out to lunch.
I read the newspaper and then slept on her couch in front of the teev, for a few hours in the afternoon, waiting for her. Then it threatened to rain. I love that smell in the air, of immanent rain. And then it rained. And the it was after the rain. It all happened.
Mum got home at 6pm. She said coming home to find me there was the nicest possible thing, better than the lunch. But she's my mum, it's in the handbook, she's got to say that.
We had dinner together, scrambled eggs, I made them. We chatted and laughed. I told her some stories. Exaggerated the details. That made her smile. We really have the same dark sense of humour. Her’s isn’t quite as dark as mine, but it’s clear where I got mine.
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