Dec 312010
 

Ken and I went out again. We have good conversations and make great friends. We like similar things, and at times we might be a little too similar for my comfort. I’m really not used to dating or being with anyone who is quite so similar in so many ways. I’m unsure if this is a good or bad thing.

We went back to his place to watch a movie, and he actually let me watch the movie. Yes, I got hints that he’d have preferred a makeout session, but we snuggled and watched the movie.

This is a rare thing for me to be able to snuggle with a guy while watching a movie and not be groped by the guy like he’s actively trying to find that one button that will make me want to screw him right there.

Because this is so rare, I give huge points to guys who actually know how to snuggle without groping. Ken could have screwed up badly the entire night, and yet this one thing alone would have gotten him laid.

Why?

Because when I’m alone with a guy and he incessantly gropes me, I don’t feel safe. I don’t feel respected. I feel like I should be getting paid, and wonder why there isn’t more money on the nightstand.

But I digress… Ken and I are getting along well. He’s even managing to learn to navigate among my allergy quirks, without making me feel like I’m being a pain in the ass. I already feel like the biggest pain in the ass due to it, and he seems to get that without making it worse.

Unfortunately, I swear he gets shorter every time we go out.  This seems to be his only flaw right now, and I’m wondering how important it really is.

When we’re walking, as much as he’d like to, he can’t comfortably put his arm around my shoulders. He couldn’t really do it very comfortably when we were snuggling on the couch either.  If he slouches at all on the couch or if I sit up straight, putting his arm around my shoulders is a physical impossibility.

When we’re hugging or standing next to each other, I can’t simply lay my head against his shoulder unless I make myself shrink an inch or two.

But I’m not sure how important that really is either.  These aren’t necessarily needs, no matter how much I enjoy them at times.

However there is one place that Ken shines and his height is completely unnoticeable, because I’m a little too preoccupied with something else.

In the Bedroom…

The man was born to be a sex machine. If I had money to buy myself my own sex slave, Ken would be my first choice. Yes, he’s that good.

I’ve already told him that I am in love with his penis. I think he just thought I was doing frivolous bedroom talk, but I honestly have a huge thing for his thing.

What I’m wondering though… guys chime in here… is it bad if I just love him for his penis?

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