Breathtaking Eros

Today is Ninja’s and my one-year anniversary. I don’t really know what to do with myself, at the moment. Just one year, but a full one year. The best and most insane year yet!

I’d love to sit over dinner and talk. Go out on a date, dress up all sexy, nibble his ears and hold his hand. Tap on his feet with my toes and grin a silly grin. Play games, debate things, and draw together. Naked. And lead into some intercourse with all the works. I’ve never had a landmark like this. Just like any other day, I wish I could show him that I love him. With lots of physical attention. Lots.

Thus is the life of a sad girl in love!

So, since I can’t be treated to a fine dinner, can’t cuddle under a blanket watching a movie, can’t strip him of his clothes and start the fireworks on the nearest stable (or unstable) surface and so on, what can I do? Damn it. All I can do is take pictures and a bit of video. That’s not good enough, but I guess that’s all I’ve got at my hand.

Ninja has been bugging me to strip for him, haha… take pictures of that. It started from the Valentine’s Day pictures I sent him, in which I played dress up and donned some fishnets and my lovely, fitted, black strapless shirt. It was meant to be a joke, really, at first. I asked him if he liked fishnets, and he said, “on some legs.” Well… did he like them on mine? So I hopped on my desk, set the timer, and struck a pose. And he decided that he wanted more, and more, and more. He’s likened his desire for photographs to an addiction. That was his V-Day gift, me in fishnets being sexy. (He still owes me MY pictures…) And after such escapades he decided that he wanted pictures of me stripping. Oooohh silly boy, I’ve never done such a thing. He didn’t care, naturally. “I’ll be your coach!” he piped up. Yeah, sure…

I don’t know. Maybe I’ll see about taking some pictures for him of that nature. It’s just a pain in the ass, resorting to such things. I don’t want to give him a cute folder of hot pictures. I want to be there, do it in person! Haha, that would probably be worse. But, still, damn it all. I hate how big the world is, I just want to have a day with my boyfriend.

Angst!

With my gift cards to book stores I took advantage of Barnes & Noble’s super-cheap post-New Years sale. I got a couple books of classy sex stories, among them being Best Sex Writing 2005, edited by Violet Blue. I like what I’ve read so far of the short stories, they’re obviously well-written and engaging. I had to laugh at the story about the girl (who was transsexual) who had her barbies and dolls have sex. Hey, who didn’t, right? I remember Barbie and Ken getting it on right in front of my closet doors. And I even recall the disturbing event of seeing my friend Crooked’s own Barbie and Ken stuffed under her pillow, curiously naked and laying on top of each other. And this was when we were well into our mid-teens, haha. I never said a word, of course.

That brings to mind the time she snuck into her parent’s room and showed me one of their romance and erotica novels. We were quite young, and I don’t remember if I’d discovered masturbating yet. We read some of it, confused and curious and mostly ignorant of the word-usage.

In other news, I didn’t get to see Ninja yesterday. In fact, I heard nothing from him at all, so sex is the last thing on my mind.

We’ll see how I like the rest of the books I got when I get the inclination again to devour them.

It was one of the, or perhaps indeed the first night I slept at Ninja’s apartment. I slept fitfully as I’m not used to sleeping with another person and didn’t know he basically sleeps like the dead and could squirm around all I needed to. We were naked — I didn’t really partake in the joys of sleeping in the nude until this point. Anyway, he’d keep adjusting himself to me as I moved around. Too hot, too cold. It was sweet, and made me all the more warmer and comfortable. He’d even put his hand on my waist and things like that. Very nice.

I was finally in the fog of semi-sleep when I felt him move. He was on the outer side of the bed, and he moved on top of me. I was rather surprised to feel that he had an erection, which he slid between my legs. I was sleeping on my stomach, and raised myself to him. By this time I was pretty awake again but was delighted to partake in the 3am sex. I was wet in an instant. You call can piece together what happened, of course. He said later that he woke up and found himself making advances, haha. I’m glad he went with it.

I read of many women complaining about their boyfriends or husbands doing such things in the wee hours of the morning. I guess I’m abnormal, because I found it incredibly hot and I certainly wouldn’t mind if it happened again.