This is some sort of fucking record, I'm sure. Definitely for me, but I'd like to know what Guinness says. Alright, so this time there was cognac rather than rum involved, but we discussed kinks, pet peeves, numbers (he seemed just a bit uncomfortable to be number two), and "What is this?"
Which was a stumbling block of confusion, but I think the eventual conclusion was that we both liked a combination of conversation and sex, and maybe we'll spend some time outside of the bedroom doing things. Tonight, for example, we're supposed to be in the same place, working on our respective obligations. Apparently I make very nice eye candy, and! Maybe my favorite thing so far, he said he might just call me his historiography, so that he could feel productive. He'd be thinking about his historiography, doing his historiography...ha! Imagining his historiography naked?
Oh, and five is his count, not mine. I absolutely lost count sometime in the first four. Also, KY was a FUCKING FANTASTIC investment. And yes, this sounds an awful lot like a purely sexual relationship, because the sex is so great, but there are definitely other things going on there. The conversations are excellent, interesting. There just wasn't much of that last night because we jumped into bed as soon as the friends left. Ha! (And I think they knew it.)
Oh, but back to the top at hand --- he said my name. I haven't, yet; still sounds weird on my tongue. But..mm. I'll make more of an effort.
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