A-h-h, the joy of kissing your boyfriend. It’s one of life’s great pleasures when his tongue rubs against yours and your lips smack. Sometimes it can lead to an unexpected and steamy sex session between the two of you. Other times it’s just about expressing your love for each other. But it’s always nice.
I’m wondering something. Is that the same couple in both photos I’ve posted here this evening. It kinda seems so, doesn’t it? But I found the photo at two different websites. H-m-m-m-m ….
I’m home from the YMCA, after a great workout and lap-swimming session. I even had my own lap lane, a rarity at this time of year when lots of winter tourists are crowding the pool. I grabbed a warm shower afterward, and left the place feeling great.
Outside, it’s about eighty degrees F, with just a light breeze tickling the fronds on our coconut palms. This is unseasonably warm weather for mid-March in central Florida, but no one is complaining.
My boyfriend is throwing a St. Patrick’s Day party on Sunday for about thirty people, mostly his co-workers and students from his school. I know most everyone who is coming; they’re all nice people and the vast majority are straight but very accepting of our relationship. It’ll be a fun day. Everyone will visit the beach, and no doubt there will be a good deal of drinking. My boyfriend’s grilling hamburgers and hot dogs, and he just arrived home from the supermarket with his car trunk crammed with party supplies and food.
Speaking of drinking, I just opened a cold beer and it tastes mighty good. I’m making a spaghetti dinner tonight, and then I’m not sure what we’ll do afterward. We might hot tub it, we might watch a movie together, or we might build a blaze in our fire pit. We’ll see. But that’s what is great about Friday nights. You can do whatever you want.
Have a great evening, everyone. Don’t forget to kiss your boyfriend.