Head First

Ah, finally!

I've decided to just dive in head-first with this thing. I think what I've accomplished sexually deserves attention, so I'm not going to vomit some summary. The past doesn't matter right now. I'll talk about it as time goes on in all its glory.

What matters right now is the fact that in twenty-four hours I will be having sex.

My boyfriend/fiancé AKA Ninja is moving from my home state to here, the New England area, tomorrow. It's been almost a full year of being 800 miles apart, during which I have realized that I really, really.. um... enjoy his company.

So by the time I get out of work, he'll be in town. We'll unpack his things immediately (or not) and return the rental car immediately (or not), or we'll make enough room for me to squeeze in and we'll drive somewhere and have some car sex immediately (fingers crossed!). Or maybe we'll just lock my door and get to it.

I really don't care. For some ungodly reason I decided to hold off on masturbating 'til he got here. It's been over a week and a half. I am going insane, and I can't wait to have my hands on him. And his hands on me.

The anticipation is always killer, and in reality I saw him just two months ago. But masturbating is such a common activity for me that it's become almost necessary. I need my release. And because my release will be his release, I just crave it all the more.

I can't wait for tomorrow. I'm soft and smooth, freshly waxed. Slippery, mmm.

And so I begin this blog as a new page in my life is turned, with just one more longing, lustful nights of sleeping alone, when Tuesday will grant me the ability to give and get all the sex and loving I want and need. It's been hard, but it is so worth it. Ninja is amazing.

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Oh, hey, rental cars don't really do last-minute business. So he'll be here Wednesday morning. I hope I'll make it that long.