Good things happened lately, kind of.

Two days ago, V and I (I mean me, not some guy named Ivan or some shit) started getting in some kind of sexual, NSA relationship. The first day, nothing was really decided, and she was just teasing me by scratching and clawing at my skin (welcome to my particular kink).

Yesterday was a little more intense. More scratching, and sneaking off to her room to kiss, scratch, bite and all sorts of fun things. It was an amazing time. My skin is all torn up and destroyed, and not because of myself for once.

Today, we both realized she’s not emotionally ready to do something like this, because she had a lot of reservations about what we were doing. I didn’t want to push her and make her feel uncomfortable, so I dropped it.

She saw me naked yesterday (obvy), but for once, I wasn’t uncomfortable about my body image. I didn’t worry about my dick size, I didn’t worry about my belly or my manboobs, or anything like that. For once, I was totally ok with my body. And it felt good.

I still had some insecurities about my sexual performance, but well, small victories.