The Man I Live With, Part 2
The man I live with says 'hey baby' when he sees me. He likes a tongue kiss as soon as he gets home from work and he likes to squeeze my bottom. Once he lightly tapped my bum when hugging me goodbye when my parents were visiting, my dad pretended not to notice. I was mortified. I hissed, Brian! in his ear and he sheepishly mumbled, sorry. The entire visit he was on eggshells around my dad. I think he thought my dad would be upset or something, but he wasn't.
If it's not too hot or cold outside the man I live with likes to take a long bike ride. When he gets home he tells me about his travels. He has a very observant eye for detail. I tell him he should write. He says, maybe. After his bike ride he likes to take a quick shower and lounge around. I lean against his legs and think of them riding. He rides fast and I ride slow so we do not often take bike rides together. When we do he says, Whoa, Nellie! and Hey Now, You're an All-Star and other things he finds funny. I am not usually amused by this. Sometimes I ask him to slow down and he does. Sometimes he asks me to speed up and I do. After we come home and shower we like to rub each other down with lotion. I say, I love your long lean body. He says, I love your big thick thighs and soft skin.
The man I live with had long hairs growing in odd places on his body when he was younger. Once when we were just friends at college, me and our other friend Lisa held him down at school during the big spring fest right on the lawn in front of the science building. We pulled up his shirt and laughed at his weird long hairs, one lone hair growing low on his chest and another on his back. We tugged at them and said, what the fuck is that all about? and laughed and laughed. He shrugged and laughed with us, his face red and flushed, his eyes twinkling. You could tell he was pleased with all the attention. A few other women we didn't know came over and played with his hair and told him how cute he was, he grinned and grinned. Later we went into the big ballon jumping booth and jumped around, turning somersaults and throwing air balls at each other. I told the man I live with how fun he was and I hoped we'd always be friends. He said, I will be your friend forever.
If it's not too hot or cold outside the man I live with likes to take a long bike ride. When he gets home he tells me about his travels. He has a very observant eye for detail. I tell him he should write. He says, maybe. After his bike ride he likes to take a quick shower and lounge around. I lean against his legs and think of them riding. He rides fast and I ride slow so we do not often take bike rides together. When we do he says, Whoa, Nellie! and Hey Now, You're an All-Star and other things he finds funny. I am not usually amused by this. Sometimes I ask him to slow down and he does. Sometimes he asks me to speed up and I do. After we come home and shower we like to rub each other down with lotion. I say, I love your long lean body. He says, I love your big thick thighs and soft skin.
The man I live with had long hairs growing in odd places on his body when he was younger. Once when we were just friends at college, me and our other friend Lisa held him down at school during the big spring fest right on the lawn in front of the science building. We pulled up his shirt and laughed at his weird long hairs, one lone hair growing low on his chest and another on his back. We tugged at them and said, what the fuck is that all about? and laughed and laughed. He shrugged and laughed with us, his face red and flushed, his eyes twinkling. You could tell he was pleased with all the attention. A few other women we didn't know came over and played with his hair and told him how cute he was, he grinned and grinned. Later we went into the big ballon jumping booth and jumped around, turning somersaults and throwing air balls at each other. I told the man I live with how fun he was and I hoped we'd always be friends. He said, I will be your friend forever.
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