I wanted to shave my head. But boyfriend admitted he likes my hair long. He said he'd like it even longer.
So I thought about it. I thought about it a lot. I decided to do it anyway. But boyfriend told me he gets off on it being long.
"You don't get off on it," I said. "You never touch it." I like to fondle his.
"Yes I do," he said.
I told him he should come in my hair, as a way of saying goodbye to it. Then I laughed.
So we made out and I went down on him. I asked him if he wanted some pussy. He said yes. "Roll over," he'd told me before, and I hadn't, but this time I did.
"You should fuck me then come in my hair," I told him.
It felt so good as he fucked me. I was very wet, and his thrusts were true.
Then he pulled out and moved toward my head. "How do you want me?" I asked.
"Just like that," he said.
"Are you going to come on my hair?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. I looked up at his face. Then we was coming and made sounds of satisfaction.
"Do I look beautiful?" I asked as he looked down at me.
"Yes," he said. He wiped my hair with a paper towel and touched my tits as I masturbated. I came easily.
I decided not to shave my head. He does so many nice things for me. This could be a way of me doing something nice for him.
Then this morning I was awake at 3:30 blogging on a different blog. Couldn't sleep. After a while boyfriend came to me. My computer's in the living room.
"I had a nightmare," he said.
"Oh, poor baby," I said. "Do you want to tell me about it?
"No," he said. I held him and kissed his tummy.
"Do you want me to go to bed with you?" I asked.
"It's your prerogative," he said. I chose to go to bed with him.
We cuddled and kissed. "What are you thinking about?" I asked him, and I can't remember what he said.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked me.
"Sucking your cock," I said.
So we did that. I sucked his cock, and he liked it. I didn't want to wake up the downstairs neighbor, though.
We made out more, and I asked him if he wanted some pussy. I turned over again. He pounded me, and then he was sort of loud as he came and ejaculated in me. Again I worried about the neighbor.
The sky was brightening. It was early morning. "We fucked in the morning," I said.
"You're the only person who's ever satisfied me," I told him as I lay on my back masturbating. He touched my tits. I was looking out the window at the sky.
"You're the only person who has ever satisfied me," he said.
We've had sex every day for a year now, except for about ten times total. And we have sex twice a day often. We've had sex about 400 times, I'm guessing. June first was our one year anniversary of living together. I remember how ecstatic we were, when we first moved in and had a safe place to have sex for the first time. We did it again and again.
So it's been a very good year.