the strangest day
I wrote it out. Or, I started writing it. I sent it to Crave to see how she felt about it. She just said it was nice. I asked, “do you want to read it first?” – she said, “i don’t have to read it first, but i would like to read it.”
I’ve been going back and forth between wanting to post the sex part and very much wanting to keep it to myself, selfishly.
I think that’s where it lands right now. I can’t show it to you. It’s too personal. Yes, it was good, it was so good. I’ve never been so satisfied before. Selfishly, I’m going to write it out, and then I’m going to read it over and over. It was the strangest day, and even if I write it out, it would be an incomplete description.
I’ll think about getting around to it. Maybe I won’t. But I already feel exposed and I don’t feel like I can take much more.