It was our first night with a hotel room. We almost missed the entire event that was right below us.

It was… delicious. Every single second. And if I manage to live until 101, I hope I can still describe (to the willing) the dirty, dirty things we did. And the loving. I hope I can still feel the way my heart swelled when we were snapping pictures, and I took this one… they way it feels now. So full of love for her/him, so much so, it makes it hard to think straight. 

Can you see my kiss mark on her chest?

It’s been a long few days… and I need to catch you up on the court shenanigans, but not tonight… I don’t want to clutter my head with it. 

I want to imagine her lips, her smell, her smile… I want to think about the way she fusses with her dress or her voice, and how I think both are perfect, but it doesn’t matter if I tell her that or not (such a girl). I want to think about her girl thoughts and the conversations we have, and the way I want to have them forever. I want to think about her sighs and moans and all the different ways we fuck, and I want to fuck all those ways a 100 times more and then try a million new ways. 

I want a lifetimes with her/him… and if I’m lucky I get this odd little sliver. 

I’m going to enjoy it.