Sometimes I like it when you're on top.

I'm an American, with a soul of chrome and gasoline, but I can't help but turn my eyes northward sometimes to grin at the gorgeous ladies across the border, with your whiskey eyes and breath warm in the cold. Sometimes I like when you roll your hips astride me, my hands ghosting down the traces of your ribs and taking your skin into my warm hands. Sometimes I like when your gaze wanders south, when my hands caress your hair and when I reach up to prove to you that yes, those are sensitive.

I know we have our differences, our little squabbles and the petty gripes we trade across our property line. Sometimes when we come together it's hard, angry, burning eyes and strong grips, the flare of passion mixed with anger in something rough and hot. Until, in the end, we collapse in a heap, neighbors sating our frustrations and mingling in tangled sheets and afterglow. Sometimes, after all, I like it when I'm on top.

Sometimes we get along well, though. Grins and smiles, the fierce joy of a shared victory, the bemused, begrudging chuckle at the little differences. Sometimes it's happy when we meet- a flurry of questing hands and soft, silent oh's in the night, your wetness sweet on my tongue and my frame towering over yours with a jaunty grin gleaming in the darkness.

So here's to neighbors and friends, lovers and rivals. I've had so many lovely experiences with Canadians on DPP and off that I want to toss a cheery wave over the border, at all those I've had good times with and those I've yet to meet.

Happy Canada Day!

Of course, I do welcome everyone! Feel free to check out my past posts or my profile to see a bit of what you can find to play with south of the border.