All Weekend
Steve stayed all weekend, except for Saturday night. We did the breakfast thing out, coffee, eggs and the newspaper. Reading, not talking, like all the hip couples. Two mornings.
Steve purred like a pussy cat the whole time. I hate to say it, because it’s such a cliché and doesn’t really mean anything at all, but I’ve now seen it in 3 boyfriends, bottoms get feisty without even knowing it, without being satisfied. I never used to believe it, but I can see it as a cycle in Steve. I reckon it’s 3 days, his cycle. He needs to be screwed every 3 days to keep his equilibrium in balance, to keep him a nicer person, to keep him the gorgeous lovely Steve, to keep him smiling. Otherwise, he gets needy without even realising.
He headed to the laundry Sunday night, to get his shirts for the week, and to take them into his office, so he can ride his bike in the mornings and shower once he’s at work.
Steve purred like a pussy cat the whole time. I hate to say it, because it’s such a cliché and doesn’t really mean anything at all, but I’ve now seen it in 3 boyfriends, bottoms get feisty without even knowing it, without being satisfied. I never used to believe it, but I can see it as a cycle in Steve. I reckon it’s 3 days, his cycle. He needs to be screwed every 3 days to keep his equilibrium in balance, to keep him a nicer person, to keep him the gorgeous lovely Steve, to keep him smiling. Otherwise, he gets needy without even realising.
He headed to the laundry Sunday night, to get his shirts for the week, and to take them into his office, so he can ride his bike in the mornings and shower once he’s at work.
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