Steve has been cute. Saying all the sweet things to me, like I’m beautiful, I’m awesome, he is so looking forward to seeing me, he’s so glad we’ve met, etc.
It’s all just words for now, but I’m a sucker for nice words.
I get so horny just from that. And that he has such a toned body. And that he is so driven.
I’ve masturbated so many times. I think 3 times just today. 3 times yesterday. And even when I’m not masturbating, I’m day-dreaming about him. About making out with him.
I can’t wait! I can’t wait to kiss him and touch him.
But at the same time, I’m a bit worried. Worried that we are not sexually compatible.
I never worried about that before. Until Sam. He was a lousy kisser – his lips have no pressure. He had a tiny dick. What if Steve had something bad too! Or what if he is not happy with something about me?
I haven’t seen a topless photo of him. I do know that he has a tattoo on his shoulder though.
I hope we like kissing and making out with each other. I hope we are super into each other. I hope we also love each other’s naked bodies, and have amazing sex!!
He hasn’t been funny. Maybe cautious. Maybe he’s not funny. I don’t know… but he is so gentle and sweet and, from what I can tell, honest, reliable, emotionally stable. And he is not boring. He is just not as weird or funny or playful as I’d want. But that’s ok. Right now I just need a gentle soul like him, to heal my wound. I appreciate him.