10:35PM - Monday May 10, 2004
Delerium
Goddamn I'm happy. Really happy. Yesterday morning I was half-awake in Kryptonite's arms, we were curled like commas on my bed, and I think it was the best feeling in the world. What could be better really than waking up in the arms of someone you love and know that you don't have to get up yet? That you can just stay right there and fall back to sleep, and wake up later and have some wonderful morning sex? I felt like I was going to burst, like I couldn't contain all the joy anymore. I think I nearly even cried.

I am so fucked.

Good thing he's a nice guy.

In other news, the Beltane Fair was good, I had a good time, we danced fabulously, and Kryptonite and I tuckered ourselves out and got all sunburned and shit. And ate hotdogs. He won a t-shirt as a door prize, and was totally funny about it. Sample dialogue:

"I won something! On my own! I never win anything!"

"Cool, can I see what you got?"

"No! It's mine! I won it! You can't have it!"

"I don't want it! I just want to see it!"

"I won something!"

Heh. It's actually a very cool t-shirt, and he almost forgot it in my bag on Sunday, but I laid it out for him on his clothes when he was in the shower. Then I got to hear him bellow about how he won it all on his own while he was putting on his clothes in the bedroom while I was making breakfast. Hee! Too funny.

I felt a little guilty last night because I made him have morning sex twice on Sunday--he tried to stop me the second time because he didn't think we'd have enough time. See, we fell asleep after morning sex at 8am, and when we woke up at 11am, I was all frisky again. I calculated we'd have plenty of time, and his cock was being cooperative and all, but he was really concerned about time. But, I pestered him enough, and he was trying to hold my hands, but finally he had enough and said, "Alright! Go get your mat, I'm going to fuck you into submission!" At which point I think I squealed gleefully and clapped my hands. Heh. And then we had another round of positively glorious morning sex, finished in plenty of time to both have showers, eat apple pie and tea for breakfast, and catch the bus to the bus station.

But the guilt! It hit me later--I felt bad in the evening because I hadn't stopped, and I felt like I'd been disrespectful to him. I mean, what if it had been me, and I didn't want to have sex (However unlikely that may be!) and HE pestered ME? Not nice. I didn't feel very proud of myself right then, so I apologized over MSN Messengerand told him I would try to behave more respectfully towards him in the future. he was good about it, he chalked it up to a tidal experience, and said that it worked out well in the end anyway. Heh.

Morning sex twice, though! Yay!

And my bed survived the weekend relatively dry! I bought another mattress pad, and we piled a thick towel on top to absorb a bit more liquid, and were scrupulous about putting them down--because, as we all have learned from my past experiences, absorbent mattress pads will absorb absolutely nothing if they are on the floor at the end of the bed. It's a fact! Thirty Helens agree.

God I'm happy.

Comment over here on my extreme case of twitterpatedness. Mock me if you will, I still love you all!

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