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“So, have I mentioned you’re really good at choking me?” I asked the Southern Gentleman on Thursday morning while we were still in bed. He was curled into me, I was laying on my back. I like this position, I feel like I’m simultaneously cradling someone and being cradled. Spooning sometimes feels a little alienating and disproportionate to me. 

The Southern Gentleman chuckled. I shrugged, “because, like, you’re really good at choking me.” His hand settled over my throat. I shook my head. “Come on, stop it. Number one, it is too early for choking. Number two, it is too early for choking. Number three, you’re going to get me worked up. Number four, it is too early for choking.”

He moved his hand from my neck and started kissing it. Soon, he’s rolled over on top of me, hands yanking up my t-shirt. He leans down and bites the skin right below my navel. I huff. “You’re going to get me worked up. Stop it.” There was that winning grin as his hand snaked down my sweatpants.

I reached down and pulled his hand out before attempting to push him off, “seriously, too early.”

He pulled my shirt over my head and started playing with my nipples. I tried to push his hands away, but I was starting to really enjoy it. His mouth joined in. I was moaning, I was grinding against his leg. He was smiling like a jackal against my breast, looking up at me as he did.

“Too early,” I sighed once more as his hand moved back up to my throat. You can’t say I didn’t try.

He chuckled and his hand moved back down over the waistband of my sweatpants, “then tell me you’re not getting wet.”

“That’s not the point I was making,” I huffed, “of course I’m wet. It’s just too…” He applied pressure. I gasped. My fingers dug into my sheets. His other hand snaked down to my cunt.

I’ve probably mentioned he’s really good at choking me.

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It was super awkward, confessedly, when the Southern Gentleman first arrived at my place. There was – and hopefully I am not putting words in his mouth – a general pervasive feeling of wanting to jump each others’ bones. 

But, there’s things like formalities. And so we greeted each other with a hug, we spent a little time discussing our holidays, we shot the breeze.

Eventually, I moved over to the corner of my room to fetch something. He followed me. I’ve noticed that men tend to do this thing when they want to start something but words wouldn’t be smooth enough. They just start encroaching on you. It sort of helped that I was in the corner.

I turned and said something to him, something completely vague and a little snarky but not having to do with the fact that he had been gradually closing in on me. He just reached down, took my chin, tilted my head up, and started kissing me. Our hands roamed, settled into comfortable permutations on each others’ bodies, his eased up my shirt then back around my back then up into my hair and around again. He shoved me against the wall and my rear hit the windowsill. He pulled my head back by my hair and started biting my neck. Somewhere in the middle of pulling my shirt off, I suppose he realized that we were right in front of an open window and pushed me over to the bed.

I don’t know why, but somehow his clothes seem to manage to stay on much longer than mine. But, I kind of like the contrast.

What was I saying about formalities?

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The Southern Gentleman and I had some time to ourselves for the past few days. It looked a liiiiittle like this. Except, we somehow managed to watch some Seinfeld and get some fresh air. I promise.

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SG and I took a few days away.

I’m back now and I hope you’ve all been well, tumblr.

Various texts today from the Southern Gentleman

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SG: So, Iowa today. RON PAUL!
SG: Seriously if Rick Santorum wins this thing I am punishing you when I see you tomorrow.
SG: Packing up, leaving early tomorrow morning. Things are looking good for Santorum. I hope your pussy is scared.
SG: Santorum won by 18 votes. I’ve got some feelings I need to work out. See you tomorrow.
SG: 😀

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“So, I really want to come see you.”

I got this text the other day, a few days into my winter break, from the Southern Gentleman.

It’s not the normal thing you see him texting ever. His texts are usually pertaining to a) sex, b) Kanye West and c) politics.

But this was just the sweetest thing. I don’t know. I just found it really sweet.

Sometimes I worry there’s nothing there beyond the physical. And sometimes I realize there’s something genuine there.

I don’t know. I just needed to see that.

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SG and I finally got around to our second joint porn-viewing yesterday. He picked these two videos that were not particularly inspirational, but we mostly got each other off from extrapolating from the video and personalizing it. They would get into an interesting position and we would place it in terms of what we do, in terms of how we would use it. And that was pretty damn hot.