I am sitting on the couch, browsing the internet, watching TV, bored. I am waiting until Z gets home from work, gets online, talks to me. I want to see his words on my screen, or - if I'm lucky - hear his voice. Long distance is Hell, no question.
I am completely in love with him, and I wouldn't give him up for the world.
I want to talk about life, and about sex. I am a bit worked up already, without even having an excuse. When he gets on we'll talk, share fantasies and pictures, come up with more and more ideas that can't be implemented until we're together, some not until we have our own place. Frustrating, but fun.
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