[F]eeling myself while writing about feeling myself

This just happened last night and I’m still tingling thinking about it now.

So first off, my partner is hot as fuck. Like, he’s completely out of my league in my opinion, but I’m glad he disagrees. He’s tall and masculine but has a bit of a baby face when clean shaven. And his style? This fucker is always showing up everyone in the room. He looks great in every hairstyle, but that’s mostly because he was blessed at birth with the silkiest copper red hair. He bypassed the ginger stereotype due to genetic luck, and basically rolled a 20 for charisma. And his dick, OMG, it’s like just right. We’ve never measured but maybe like 7-8in? Trying to be realistic, cuz it’s not the biggest I’ve been with, but it definitely fills me and can be a little too much in certain positions.

Thankfully, this cheeky asshole thinks I’m attractive, and I can sometimes see it. Where he’s bright and cheery, I’m his little rain cloud. I prefer the majority of my clothing to be black. He likes to joke that I’m his big tiddy gf, but I point out I’m only a B-cup, which hardly qualifies. At least my ass is curvy and definitely my best feature (one of the perks of living in a building where the elevator is usually broken, I guess). I’m still a little soft from office work, but as lover of all bodies, I gotta love my own too.