Thursday, June 10, 2010

From my journal - 01/03/97

05/23/10

While I was writing, Clint was thumbing through a copy of Playboy he found in he parking lot - he’d never buy one.  So, he interrupted me.  Sex for us gets better all the time.  He is such a giving, unselfish lover.  Having spent years discovering all the things that please me, most, he uses that knowledge like a musician uses his instrument  I feel so love, so cherished when under his caresses and folded into his embrace.  I love my life so much.

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