Okey, I’m not a crybaby anymore and I’ve sobered up *biggest smile ever* Ten hours of sleep and I’m back!
Chris got back home at 2pm, opened the door and “Where’s my cutest drunkie?!?!”. He undressed, got under my quilt and wanted to be close, sleep behind me, spooning. (just what I needed at the time) But I’m not that desperate, he was newly fucked (or if he newly fucked, I don’t know) I tried to push him away, to “his” side of the bed. Told him to at least take a shower and asked him about his night.
He told me about this lovely guy, they’re gonna meet up again tomorrow afternoon. Haha. “The Swedish sin”, I told you, one more time before he leaves.
Off to the shower and when he got back I was already asleep but woke up when he cuddled in behind me, sniffed my neck and wrapped his arms around me.
- I love you, Michel.
- I love you too. Don’t let go, hold me. Cravings.
- All day if you want me to.
- I do. Sleep tight, sugar.
ZzZzZzZz…
Chris is one of those cuddle-guys. I don’t want to have sex him, he’s my friend…but cuddle, yes, I love to cuddle him.
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
That’s why you didn’t pick up the phone earlier today. Lazybone. I WANNA CUDDLE TOO!!!
Come to David!!
*on all four, rubbing my side against your leg* Meow!