Logan

I’d be so embarrassed for Logan to read some of my pages. Like this one from the other day. Maybe I should rip it out. Or just bite the bullet and say go ahead, read everything. What does bite the bullet mean, anyway? I mean where does it come from? Logan would probably know. But if I asked him, he might ask how come I want to know.

Leila asked me about Logan today. His hands, I told her. He has big strong gentle hands. The kind that can play Bach and Beethoven and BeBop. I love his hands.

I didn’t tell her how I love the way his hands hold my head when I blowjob him. They make me feel safe and cherished. His hands almost have a voice. Sounds silly I know. His hands say I love you, I love you, I love how you suck me, oh, make me come, oh my love, my love, my lovely love. But when were out for a walk or just walking across the street and he holds my hand, it’s the same thing. Holding his hands is sexy and comforting at the same time. I was thinking about this one time when we were walking in the park, just strolling along, and I think gosh I could almost come just from holding hands.

Also his hair. I love Logan’s curly, reddish brown hair. It’s soft and comforting. Not too long and not too short. Just right. Just right when I have my hands in his hair when he’s eating me. One time I was thinking, I hope he doesn’t go bald. I’d miss his hair. Thinking about that almost kept me from coming that time but then his lips and tongue and oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh. His pubic hair is nice, too. Not quite the same shade as his head hair. But soft, nice to nestle against. Nice to tug in a playful way.

He has a playful penis. Cute when it’s soft. Handsome when it’s big. Handsome and strong and so suckable. Oh gosh I wish it were in me now. My mouth and then my puss and then my mouth again. My mind kind of wandered to the other day. Oh gosh I get wet just thinking about it.

So you like his hands, Leila said. Anything else. I was too shy to talk about his penis, so I said, well, he’s very erudite. I wonder if I spelled erudite right. I wonder if I pronounced it right. Air E U Dite? Leila laughed. Faith, you’re so funny, she said, but what about in bed. Does he fuck good? I blushed and nodded enthusiastically. That’s what I thought, Leila said. She smiled and shook her head side to side. You’re such a lucky girl, she said. I am, I am, I am!