i go through strange phases of missing and longing for my first love, and i always feel the need to write about it. It always felt so very celestial being with him. He was also my first 'owner' so to speak, and i had never imagined that you could be owned yet feel so free with someone at the same time. It was kind of exceedingly idealistic, almost too good to be true, which ended up completely fine with me because it was too good to be true.
i just felt like throwing this out there. Also, to keep things more interesting, i am currently in quite a bit of pain from a heavy mutual masturbation session. Which was a couple days ago, and it still hurts to walk~