Nate
It was a very intense and quick moment, because my mother arrived and that made me stop. Will didn't understand anything when I hung up, so I explained what happened later. This made me think about something that has been on my mind for some time "living alone". I love my mother unconditionally, but there are certain moments when I need privacy, to gather friends, to have a party, and when I am dying of horniness and want to be alone with my boyfriend. It's moments like these that make me think about this possibility.
I change the channel constantly, and my mother comes into the living room, where I am. She sits next to me and smiles at me. I don't know if this would be the right moment to say what I have be
Will"With that intimidating look!"The first time I laid eyes on Nate, what caught my attention was his gaze. He intimidated me, not because I was afraid of him, but because such was the intensity of his gaze, it seemed to penetrate my soul. I felt uncomfortable, because I was afraid of losing myself there, afraid of a lot of things, and especially of accepting that from the beginning I felt attracted, I was lost in that intimidating gaze.— I don't understand anything!— It's very simple. The first time I saw you, you used that
Nate— What are you thinking about while you are eating me up with your gaze! — I speak and a cynical smile forms on his lips.— Sex?— It's something related to this, remember I told you that it didn't matter if I was active, or passive?— So what?— So, I've been
Will— Will, open this door! — she says again. Nate gets off me, looking lost.— It's my mother!— Didn't you say your parents would be away for the weekend?— I don't understand either, Nate! Now, hide in the closet, and I'll open the door. Have you seen the towel?He stands up, picks up his clothes from the floor, and throws the towel to me. I wrap it around my waist, and look at him.
NateDating a man has become a different experience than I am used to. I feel dependent on him in a way that I have never felt before for any girl, and this sometimes makes me a little insecure, and unlike me, Will seems more sure of himself, is always fun, affectionate, and emanates a light that radiates through where he goes. This light infected me and made me review concepts, feelings that I didn't know before, or didn't realize, besides losing the fear of showing what I feel, this has always been a problem for me, no matter how much I liked someone, I couldn't show what I felt. Will came into my life and messed up my mind, my heart, and today I don't recognize myself, and I feel grateful to be with him.I don't like hidden dating, I would like&nbs
NateIf he only knew how crazy I get when he calls me that. Ever since the first time he called me Pussycat, I went crazy about it, I just didn't want to admit it. I put on the condom and lie on top of him again. I take his mouth in eagerly, and my tongue meets his, and I remember that this was the first delicious thing Will made me feel in our first kiss. I feel him spread his legs wider, and I understand his message to me. My cock touches his entrance, and slowly works its way in, and I look at him to see if I can continue, and he just clings to my hair, and his moans are intense.— May I continue, Bunny?— Mu
WillNate's face when I told him I bought a vibrator to make things easier was priceless. I think it's so cute when he rolls his eyes and gets his mouth open, it's always funny, but what surprised me was not that, and even less the sex. Although, the sex is always intense and very good. This time it was even better, like a new first time, although I did use a vibrator, but I can't compare it to my boyfriend doing everything in a seductive way, with a strong grip that took me to many places, without even leaving the bed. But, back to the subject of "surprising", do you know what really surprised me?Your tears.Along with them, his insecurity in thinking that he doesn't deserve to be with me, after reading so much crap on the internet. Nate's insecurity reminded me of Wanchai when he thought he wasn't
WillHis words make me smile non—stop, as well as making me a little disconcerted at the thought of the invitation. I am brought out of my reverie when I hear my mother gasp. I stop smiling and look up into her face. She doesn't look very happy, there will probably be a shower of questions coming at me, but the secret is to always tell the truth, however, she won't believe me, because the truth is sometimes scary, and it seems like a big lie.She invites me to the table, and I get up and walk down the hall to the dining room. I sit down on one of the chairs, and we stand there waiting for my father and sister.My mother looks all the time toward my neck, and I look in the mirror beside me, behind the main chair, where my father usually sits, and realize that I am the same color as the wal
WillThe day my parents found out that Sunee didn't like men, but women, it was chaos. The memories of that day are still vivid in my memory. Words, screaming, and crying. I remember everything, especially my parents saying that Sunee needed therapy, that she was confused, and a while later when they came to the conclusion that it wouldn't do any good, they made her choose between being their daughter, or continuing to date "that girl from London". My sister made her choice, something that at first I recriminated, I thought it was very wrong, that someone like her, who could have any man she wanted, wanted a girl? For Will at that time, it was very wrong!At that time I didn't understand my sister, because I didn't understand myself either, I didn't accept myself, I recriminated what she did, and I felt guilty for even considering the possibility of l