Four Days
I have so much to tell you. Lots. Truckloads. So flipping much! Four days’ worth, actually. Most of it involves One Ball, and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it all – but hey, what’s new there?
Riverside walks
So, OB came to stay with me for four days, and we fucked. A lot. More than I could’ve imagined, and then some. He left a little over six hours ago, and I’ve gotta be honest with you: I’m missing him quite a lot already.
We managed to fit quite a lot into our four days together, especially considering we fucked for the majority of the time. There were riverside walks and forest adventures. I lent him a camera, and we spent the time snapping away at the things we found interesting. I wanted to see what he’d photograph, the things that would catch his eye. Mostly me, it seems. Boring.
Parents
During one of our riverside walks, we stopped at a little local pub. One of those ones that sits right on the river, not known to non-locals, surrounded by lush trees and beautiful wildlife.
“My folks live not too far from here,” he said, nursing his pint. “Do you fancy meeting them tomorrow?”
Ummm.
Did I fancy meeting them?!
I mulled it over for a while. It felt too soon… but it wasn’t really, was it? We’ve been dating for three and a half months at this point. Is that too soon to meet the parents-slash-family? When would you do it? When did you do it?
I said yes in the end, because I couldn’t come up with a reason to say no. Long story short, they absolutely loved me. His mother was actually a little fascinated by me, I think. I loved them, too. We had a blast!
Shopping
“I don’t have a sense of style,” OB said to me. “Do you want to go shopping? Pick some things out that you like?”
Yes, I fucking did.
I don’t hate the way OB dresses, not by any means. I relished the idea of dressing him up like personal Ken doll, though. I mean, who wouldn’t?
So, we went shopping, I picked things out as promised, he tried them on, and we had an absolutely brilliant time. Lots of laughs, lots of “no fucking way,” and a handful of “yeah, that’ll do.”
Then, we went home and ordered pizza. I had to do some work, but he sat patiently, watching something as the TV as I worked on the bed beside him. It was quite lovely, really. Peaceful. The silence wasn’t awkward; it was comfortable.
This might be the real deal, you know. I think I’d be quite content to do it for the rest of my life. Well, potentially. He’s not around enough to irritate the shit out of me, and we both do enough while he’s away to keep things… well… spicy.
And we do plenty of the spicy when he’s around, too.
Oooft, do we.
Fancy reading about the sex? That’s here:
You can skip the smut and go the next blog post in the dating timeline right here:
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