He actually has a name now, yes. My soft, cuddly, growly, bossy, furry bear.
You know, waking up in a rather seedy motel room (although they did have CNN which we watched for a whole five minutes before getting angry and switching it off - neither of us have television in our apartments) with Bear's soft moans in my ear is about the most delicious thing I can think of in recent memory. His cock was growing hard in the twilight of sleep and, as he began to regain worldly consciousness, the softness of my body stirred him awake much more quickly.
We didn't speak, we let our bodies do the talking. He pulled me closer to him and I sunk my ass into the cavity made between his stomach and his angled legs. Our eyes still closed like newborn kittens, we felt our way to each other. Underwear was shed as the orgasms rocketed us into a morning frenzy. He hurts me sometimes, as our size difference is even more apparent when we fuck. Some days his cock is just too big to fit comfortably but I take it all, like a good girl, letting my face cringe and contort into the pillow as my agony quickly becomes ecstasy.
All in all, it was a fantastic weekend. We ate some wonderful food (Thai, Indian, vaguely Afghani) and drove almost three hours to see a great band, Communique (again, thanks for the adorable pink shirt, guys!), who also happens to be people Bear has known for a few years and are men I'm proud to begin to call friends (they played with Tegan and Sara - cute twenty four year old twin Canadian lesbians, too bad the music didn't really do it for me). Bear bought me some yummy truffles, the remainder of which will have to wait until my week long raw food fast is over. I also found out Thursday that I got that job! I couldn't be more excited, I start next Thursday! A perfect weekend, if one exists.
Stay tuned, I can almost see the sun shining again...
****
Bear,
Another year has passed. A year that has brought us closer together in ways I couldn't have even imagined last July. A year in which we've both grown older, stronger, more mature and more capable of an adult, functional relationship with each other. But this isn't about us. This is about you. You're wonderful, you know that? I'm blessed to have you, blessed that you consider me close enough to divulge your secret date. You've fought against enormous odds, genetic and societal, to be the person you are today. I'm proud to know you, proud to be your friend, proud to be your girlfriend, proud to be the girl you want to marry. I won't say the words, Bear. The words don't matter to me. What matters is that I love you, and I want to thank you for letting me in for one more year of your life. Thank you from the top, bottom, middle, left and right sides of my heart.
Yours,
Bunny
We didn't speak, we let our bodies do the talking. He pulled me closer to him and I sunk my ass into the cavity made between his stomach and his angled legs. Our eyes still closed like newborn kittens, we felt our way to each other. Underwear was shed as the orgasms rocketed us into a morning frenzy. He hurts me sometimes, as our size difference is even more apparent when we fuck. Some days his cock is just too big to fit comfortably but I take it all, like a good girl, letting my face cringe and contort into the pillow as my agony quickly becomes ecstasy.
All in all, it was a fantastic weekend. We ate some wonderful food (Thai, Indian, vaguely Afghani) and drove almost three hours to see a great band, Communique (again, thanks for the adorable pink shirt, guys!), who also happens to be people Bear has known for a few years and are men I'm proud to begin to call friends (they played with Tegan and Sara - cute twenty four year old twin Canadian lesbians, too bad the music didn't really do it for me). Bear bought me some yummy truffles, the remainder of which will have to wait until my week long raw food fast is over. I also found out Thursday that I got that job! I couldn't be more excited, I start next Thursday! A perfect weekend, if one exists.
Stay tuned, I can almost see the sun shining again...
****
Bear,
Another year has passed. A year that has brought us closer together in ways I couldn't have even imagined last July. A year in which we've both grown older, stronger, more mature and more capable of an adult, functional relationship with each other. But this isn't about us. This is about you. You're wonderful, you know that? I'm blessed to have you, blessed that you consider me close enough to divulge your secret date. You've fought against enormous odds, genetic and societal, to be the person you are today. I'm proud to know you, proud to be your friend, proud to be your girlfriend, proud to be the girl you want to marry. I won't say the words, Bear. The words don't matter to me. What matters is that I love you, and I want to thank you for letting me in for one more year of your life. Thank you from the top, bottom, middle, left and right sides of my heart.
Yours,
Bunny
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Sunday, July 24, 2005.
