i've been tracing the keys trying to decipher what i really meant when i said i was nervous. i've probably thought about that blubbering moment more than you have at this point and honestly, I just need the words to go somewhere because where they're at, they can't stay.
i am not nervous to cum with you. although, i do find being watched masturbating a bit nerve wracking. (i'm the girl that covers her face when she cums, even while alone.) its almost as if the release is shameful or embarrassing. anyway, that's not really where i wanted to go with this - i'm getting distracted.
while my heart is intrigued, my brain is standing guard. my brain, my heart and my pussy all say very, very conflicting things. intimacy is utterly terrifying. the walls are tall because they have to be.
you're my best friend and i absolutely cannot lose you. you're my protector, my rock, my voice of reason. i adore and admire you. I trust you to guide me in the right direction every single time and you always do it.
btw, I still need my oil changed.