during the week i have been starring at the three small bruises on my inner arm. in starring at them it looked as if a large handed man grabbed my forearm and did unmentionable acts to me. well part of that is somewhat true. however, looking back on the truth behind those bruises, it was from banging my arm around the black, iron headboard on R’s bed. i even had the slightest of red marks on my shoulders for the next day however, they are long gone now.

i spent almost every weekend in the past two and half months evolving the sex between R and i. we are on a forced break due to travel and family and i am not liking it one bit. when the fucking gets better each time you don’t want that cycle to break and yet here i sit. i never wanted time to move so quickly as i do now.

i will miss the anticipation, the intensity, the roughness, the sweetness, the sweat, the panting, the pain, the aching, the grunting, the kissing, the touching, the biting, the scratching, the marks, yes all of those little things that amount to the equation of us.