His mouth was too much and not enough and I couldn’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer. I wish I could say I was satisfied, but I wasn’t. I always seem to need more or less or different.
I put my boot up on his chest and pushed him away in earnest before lying back down on the bed to collect myself. I took a few deep breaths and tried to let go of my frustration. After a few moments, I propped myself back up on my elbows and looked down at J.… [read more]