this morning #1267.

this morning, we were a messy tangle of sweaty body parts shifting all around the bed. sliding at times. unconcerned with the outside world. lights off. just you & me & these sexy satin sheets. fully physical but all in our heads as we tumbled around screaming the dirtiest of words at each other. words that’d make my mother gasp. my dad too. you even grunted once or twice. animalistic. feral. free. you didn’t complain one bit when i bit you. you asked me to hit you. i assume you were caught up in the ecstasy. for me, it was taking things too far. i refused to do it. you shook it off. got right back at it. i appreciate that you didn’t make a big deal in the moment. it’s just not something i’d do on a whim.