måndag 25 april 2011

Grr, polar bear cub

"A real man has longer hair on his chest than on his head"

Starting off with the quote, I know how I normally say Im not into body hair, but on D it just makes him look even more manly. I mean, perfect abs, perfect pecs... even if he acts like a little kid most of the time, he has moments where I want to throw myself at him. He knows Im just a little kid at heart too, though. Today I couldnt reach something in a cabinet, he lifted me up so I could reach it. Yeah, hes fucking strong, and I dont even like being lifted up but it was kind of sweet in this context.
We slept in the same bed without doing anything, but when we hang out for an afternoon it ends in a lot of crossing the friend line. Not that I really mind, I know he doesnt hang out with me for my body, so some flirting isnt too out of line. He finds it amusing to snap my bra open, this he can do outside of my shirt without me hardly noticing. I tease him, like bending over or sucking on a pen, and he teases me back...
Now the sister wants to watch some movie called inlove in new york or something, one of those movies which have all the same actors and all the same plot. zzz...

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