I had meant for this post to be about something else, but I can't stop thinking about Bear's smooth adorable clean-shaven face. You see, out of boredom or desperation for something to occupy his time while he's cooped up in the house, he decided to buzz his head and shave his beard off. I was aware of this plot, but didn't expect to see it when my daughter and I brought his movies and prescription meds over this afternoon.

I was floored. Seriously, unbelievably floored. You see, I knew my Bear was good looking (although, I'm not sure the nickname Bear qualifies anymore since his face is baby bottom soft now). The number one quality I look for in either sex is intelligence or charisma; that spark of something else that makes me intrigued and interested... and Bear absolutely has that. He's hands down the smartest man I've ever met and, when we're really on, we can talk for hours about absolutely nothing at all and make it sound like it should come straight out of our mouths and go into an encyclopedia (for instance, how to zombies move in space? They can't shamble, with zero gravity and all, and that's what really makes a zombie zombie-like!).

Wow, tangent. Anyway. When I met him, he had the cutest little Satan goatee. I loved it. L-O-V-E-D it. I remember sitting on his face giggling as the hairs tickled the insides of my things. My ex was always clean shaven, very Army, so it was world's different than what I was used to. A few winters ago, he went full on mountain man. It worked for him... and that's when I started calling him Bear. He was so furry; my own personal burly punk rock bodyguard.

So when I walked into his apartment, I couldn't even really look at him. This wasn't my big furry Bear, but this man was SO cute. I wanted to jump into his lap (albeit carefully), rip all his clothes off, toss him to the floor and fuck him. It took me about 5 minutes to even glance at the chin I had never met before and, even then, I felt shy. I can't say why, really, just the presence of the same man with a different face... but what I can say is that I can't wait to find out what my smooth haired lover's chin and cheeks feel against the insides of my thighs. They're tingling in anticipation.

It's almost like being able to cheat and get away with it... the same fantastic beautiful cock, the same smell of the man I love, the same way that he knows exactly what to do to get me off in record time... all with a new face. It's delightful. Now heal, back. Heal so I can fuck my new man. I command it!

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Saturday, May 13, 2006.