I had another late night with Rob recently. It was pretty amazing as usual.
The best part, the part that when I think back makes me smile and makes me happy is just how at ease we are with each other. He wanted to make me cum, so I let him. He didn't need to tell me a story, he talked a little dirty, telling me what he'd do to me. But he would smile and that would make me smile, I loved it. When he smiles while watching me I know that he likes it. I couldn't help but giggle in silence (bf was sleeping).
I returned the favour, I doubt that I was very good at it. I'm much better at just stripping and teasing than trying to get a guy off by just writing words.
With Rob, since it's relatively rare that I actually get to make him cum, I feel a bit of performance anxiety. I hope it was ok.
I was looking into flights over to London for July/August. They are quite expensive, I'm not sure I'll manage to get over. I'm hoping, but I doubt it somehow.