Crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraig!

The moment you cum inside my pussy is one of truth and beauty. Then, I hold you in my arms as you bounce and rejoice. I am undone by the strength of my love for you. We cannot count our kisses any more than we can count the stars in the night sky or grains of sand in the desert.

I feel like I would be content to lather you with soap for hours. How I long just to wash your feet and pat them dry with a warm, clean towel. I want to make a bed for us, then sprawl out on it naked, waiting for you to take me.

i have an innate understanding of what you need from this relationship, of what you need from me. I live to give it to you. I think you also possess a deep understanding of what I need from you. You said as much when you told me you got how I needed a special sort of person to give me the kind of love I needed. And you certainly give me exactly what I need.

This is happening, Craig For real. We are both very vulnerable. I catch myself wondering if it’s wrong for me to know what you need and give it to you. This is because if I didn’t know what you need and act on this knowledge, you would probably hurt less. I hate the idea of causing you to hurt. How can I be gentle with your heart when I know that, in a certain and specific sense, it hurts for you to love me?

That being said, there’s just not a fucking world where I could ever not give you everything I can.. So, I put the fear mentioned above aside. I don’t bury the fear. I don’t deny that it exists. But I refuse to let it distract me from my one intention—to love the fucking fuck out of you to the limit. That is, if there even is a limit.

Thank you for another amazing day, my love. Being around you is such a joy.