The weekend is here once again. I find myself this evening in the glow of the television asking “Are you still watching?” I ended up in a wormhole of how to make a beef Wellington. Now that the night has gone by, I find myself longing for some company, or maybe just a chat with a possible meet up for coffee tomorrow.
To be frank, I kind of miss the idea of someone running their hands through my hair, especially after a fresh cut. Something about it makes me feel safe, yet it also draws out this inner demon that loves to play.
I once had a partner that would do just that. And in her eyes was a gentle care, but at the same time a fierce aura of dominance. Silly to mention, I know, but the way she would lovingly hold me yet firmly and assertively grind on me was an experience that I still play back.
Let’s start a zero pressure, no rush connection. Im a 5’5” Latino, dad bod (lifts but eats cake) and a little shy at first but big golden retriever energy. Pics in my profile along with some other fun post history.
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