I’d like sex to not be at the forefront of our conversations. I don’t steer the conversation in that direction, but when I’m sailing there and your wind guides me, I feel like like a hydrofoil sailboat, I just go fast …

And it’s difficult for me to cease until I hear confirmation from you that my ideas for what I want to do to your body are accepted.

No, in my perfect situation, sex wouldn’t even be a topic for awhile. The conversations would reach everywhere but there. When we were discussing my weird obsession with all things Kanye, or your weird obsession with tomatoes, I felt at ease.

When we talked about me deep-stroking you I was at ease, but it felt too early?

This can’t be all about sex. Don’t let it. You’re awesome beyond that.

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