Surprises!

When you surprise me, you really surprise me.

You did that Friday. I like your expressions of desire more than I try to let on at first, and I fully encourage you to continue with the surprises. I know I’m in a good sort of trouble when you get a twinkle in your eyes. I like the honesty.

I want you constantly. I physically ache for you like no one else, ever. Ever.

Yes, I understand what you’re saying in your last blog post. As I’ve told you before, I don’t think it matters in the court of public or not-so-public family opinion how intimate we are…we’re guilty as suspected in their eyes if any of this ever comes out. I want to touch you, right now, and as often as I can, and I don’t think consummating anything would change that or salve the itch, either. I want you to be comfortable with the decision more than anything, though.

Yes, I’m beating a dead horse.

I have a whole other set of thoughts about the way my emotional side of this is changing (nothing bad, my sweet Eris), but it might have to wait a day or two for my thoughts to gel. Suffice it to say that I increasingly feel all the good things I’ve ever felt about you.