If this makes we weird or needy then so be it. I hate waking up in my boyfriend's bed alone, not knowing where he is. It just makes me sad.

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"I still don't understand how you can say you're not beautiful," was the first thing out of his mouth, as his hand combed through the hair at the back of her neck. That warm hard thud of the compliment hitting her heart and warming it, surprising her with its effect, as it always did. All she could do was put her arms around him and hug, hug hard and close, breathe in, breathe him in. Erotic beyond belief was the shiver he couldn't help but make as a spare drop of water from her arm made its way down his back.

The strong kiss that followed almost made her shiver and quake as well. A little clever talk followed. She desided it best to get out, rather than have him get in. Now standing before him as he was positioned between her and the chair with the towel on it, she just stood, dripped and looked in his slightly widening eyes. As he inhaled and tried to part his lips to say something her finger was lain across. before her finger could move down and her hand drop to her side it was caught. Just then, his bottom lip left his mouth open to catch her finger and kiss it, soft and deep, slow. Closing her eyes she moved in for what was easily the best kiss of both their lives. After something that perfect, the only thing left is a hard, fast reality check.

Everything that she'd ever held back came out, as she pulled away and gasped in some quick air. "I'm so sorry for not being exactly what I want to be...there is so much I want to tell you...I'm so screwed up...I love you...God, I love you more than I can handle...and sometimes I worry...and I...can't handle things sometimes...I love everything about y...oh, my family, my mom i...and my dad...I wish I were what you want... I'm just so in love with you..and...." then, as the tears started to get thicker, she took a breath in and stopped as he slipped his arms back around her waist, kissed her wet hair. He loved her, and even this made sense, and didn't matter, all at the same time, it was part of what made her beautiful, and he grabbed the towel and wrapped her up in it, and held her close...

Its been a whole month, still healthy, still happy. more later

STORY, judge kindly

The next post is the first part of a story i wrote like 2-3 years ago, part two will be up soon, i promise.

I can’t find the original copy of this story so if I misquote myself I hope I forgive me…

Finally, the front door. She closed it behind her, loved the thunk as her bags hit the floor, to be untouched until morning. The eternity of this day, the weeks of construction were over and she was finally going to enjoy herself. Immediately stepping out of the sensible but still sexy black heels, she moved through the living room.
As her legs continued their way toward the stairs her arms went through her blah-blah white shirt eventually letting it fall off her shoulder, off her arms, away from her fingers to the carpet. With unwavering pace the swishy back skirt and slip underneath were cast aside, continuing the trail of clothing. It felt great to be down to just the gray cotton throng that had been washed too many times to still be black and the one bra that looked good under that stupid white shirt.
There was something wonderful about the sound of a twisting bathroom doorknob this day. She let the water run as she tossed away the last of clothes. Turning off the faucet as her toes touched water. “I love the feel of a new bathtub…and talking to myself.”

While snuggling herself down into the warm water she was now frightened by that same sound of a twisting doorknob. FUCK, instantly her trip through the house rushed back to her thoughts, I forgot to lock the front door behind me. The bathroom door opening…she breathed in hard in fear…and exhaled somewhat (but not entirely) relieved to see him. Without a word, his black cotton t-shirt joined her bra on the tile. As he drew closer to the tub, closer to her, every bodily flaw came rushing to her mind in graphic clarity. Naked, able to hide nothing, laying here defenseless, she thought.