One Night

A hundred revelations. Mmm. I like waking up next to him. He's got a scary high alcohol tolerance. He spoons - as the big spoon. He likes to kiss. He likes to touch me. His priority is my pleasure. He's open and conversational. He's accepting. He appreciates me. He has a padded headboard - for a reason. He has so many pillows. His bed is very comfortable. He knows how to use it. He is so fucking confident. He can throw me around. I have to stand on my tip-toes to kiss him standing up. He can hold me up. His hair is thick, and I like to pull it. Don't know if he minds. I need to take up yoga. He's so much of a gentleman. He likes both the give and take. He likes to be scratched. He likes to be warm, and wants to warm my cold hands. He'll sleep naked. He's not ticklish. He doesn't care that I pop my toes. He likes my body. He prefers intelligence. He makes decisions, and goes for what he wants. He's not as forward as he thinks. He likes the black underwear.

There's a third of them. Let's tag this one 'men, so fucking happy can't stop grinning, don't miss the ex one fucking bit'.

Feels like a dream. I slept great, by the way.