That was Fun...

When I got home last night, Andy was there waiting for me.
[happy sigh]
She freakin' rocks. This freakin' rocks. I just hope she heals up fast... she's feeling BETTER, but still sick... and she's getting frustrated with herself for being sick. Hard to be zen about it, I suppose (although I've never had much difficulty, if I'm sick I'm not missing anything so it's not a fair comparison!)... but regardless.

Have I mentioned that's she's beautiful? Man, I could stare at her stomach for HOURS.
[happy sigh]

Still no sex. No oral, even... which is definitely okay. My head gets a bit messy when she's around, but I'm still holding on to that. It's a little unfair... she's getting off but I'm not... but that's okay. I figure I'm going to be a bit of a disappointment (I am out of practice, after all... but more than that, Patrick was apparently hung like a horse, and I'm pretty sure I won't measure up in that department), and so I'm stockpiling good karma in advance. Just in CASE we ever have sex... still not a for-sure thing, of course. Besides, she's fun to just listen to... definitely loud (my neighbours must love me... but if they have a problem with it, screw them!), but in such a... pure way.

Side note: she laughs after she orgasms too... cause for some concern. But for now we'll leave it... it can wait until she's healthy again.