My birthday weekend was awesome, I got to spend time with my parents in San Francisco and they gifted me a brand new SS Camaro, thanks mom/dad. It was a late graduation present / birthday present, I’m grateful. They’ve returned to Colorado , I miss them, I wish I’d get to spend more time with them.
When I finally got home I was surprised to find Ayato’s parked outside my house. He surprised me with a huuuuge bouquet of red roses, a bottle of my favorite perfume, and a bottle of my favorite drinks – because we’re alcoholics haa. I was very surprised because he had told me that he wouldn’t be able to sneak away from his basic bitch girlfriend that night. And yet he managed to come be with me, even gave me a birthday present and hours of the best sex I’ve ever had, but he did leave by 3AM.
I know its wrong but I feel no guilt. And sex with him is incredible, he’s so passionate and intense and primal. I’ve never been with anyone like him. He’s pure testosterone, I don’t know how else to describe it. You wouldn’t think it at first glance since he’s pretty slender but he’s got some kind of hidden power. And just when he’s about to leave (or attempt to leave for the second time) we give each other the you wanna go again look. I never knew I’d love to be manhandled and abused, but I love it when it makes a beast of himself.