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Everything is perfect. Actually, that's not true. Everything is beyond perfect.
Ed is... Ed. He's exactly the same. He's just... mine.
I don't have to share anymore. I don't have to listen to the girls in the locker room. Well... I do, but they don't talk about him. I don't have to watch him flirt with the other girls on the squad. He's all mine. As far as I can tell, he hasn't so much as looked at another girl since we got together, and I like that. I like that a lot.
The only thing... well... I keep stopping. We do the things we've been doing... you know? I just... stop before we go any further... and I don't know why. It's Ed. I've dreamed about making love to him since I hit puberty. I want him to be my first. I'm just... I don't know. I guess I'm scared. Everything is so perfect. I don't want to ruin it. And I know it's going to hurt. And I just... I don't know.
He isn't complaining. He's completely satisfied with what we are doing. It's just... frustrating. This is what I want, I'm just too afraid to do it.
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[private: readable by Ed]
Daddy almost caught me climbing through the window this morning. I had just closed it when he opened the door. He was trying to surprise me with breakfast in bed. It was sweet, but it scared the crap out of me. We really can't sleep that late anymore. We need to start setting an alarm or something.
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So... I have this extremely hot date tonight.
What is everyone else doing with their Saturday night?
Everything is perfect. Actually, that's not true. Everything is beyond perfect.
Ed is... Ed. He's exactly the same. He's just... mine.
I don't have to share anymore. I don't have to listen to the girls in the locker room. Well... I do, but they don't talk about him. I don't have to watch him flirt with the other girls on the squad. He's all mine. As far as I can tell, he hasn't so much as looked at another girl since we got together, and I like that. I like that a lot.
The only thing... well... I keep stopping. We do the things we've been doing... you know? I just... stop before we go any further... and I don't know why. It's Ed. I've dreamed about making love to him since I hit puberty. I want him to be my first. I'm just... I don't know. I guess I'm scared. Everything is so perfect. I don't want to ruin it. And I know it's going to hurt. And I just... I don't know.
He isn't complaining. He's completely satisfied with what we are doing. It's just... frustrating. This is what I want, I'm just too afraid to do it.
[private]
[private: readable by Ed]
Daddy almost caught me climbing through the window this morning. I had just closed it when he opened the door. He was trying to surprise me with breakfast in bed. It was sweet, but it scared the crap out of me. We really can't sleep that late anymore. We need to start setting an alarm or something.
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So... I have this extremely hot date tonight.
What is everyone else doing with their Saturday night?
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