December Sex Fest! Part One: Return to Texas!!!

So, at this point, Sin and I have lived together for a month, and it's been pretty frickin awesome. But I'm also way behind on this blog. Basically, there was a week where I flew down to help Sin pack up the car for a move up here to Michigan, we went to Florida on the way for a cruise, then drove back up to Michigan! This involved a few fun hotel trips and lots of ocean sex, BUT this post will be part of a series covering the whole trip, and it covers just being in Texas.

To start, when I flew down, it was during a poetry reading Sin had. It was kind of frustrating because the flight was supposed to arrive well before the reading. I was super friggin excited to see Sin read because it was his send-off reading. But flights got delayed, and I landed when his reading started. I said fuck it and got an Uber over to his reading, rather than waiting for him to get out. I also didn't tell him I was going to do this~ So he was hella surprised! One of his friends got this picture of us at the reading. Let's say Sin didn't take his paws off me for the rest of the day <3

Naturally, when we got to his old Texas house, we had some fun times.

Turns out Sin says he can't cum from just being ridden. This challenge is yet to be beaten. It shall happen!

But I know I cum super hard when I'm being penetrated in any shape, form, or fashion. Still, Sin is a good dom. He knows to make me clean up after.

Aside from that, I got to worship Sin's body a bit, which is always nice. His balls are just humongous, so it's nice to let him relax sometimes and just lick and suck him all over.

When it came time to wake up and get going on the road, I really, really didn't want to get up.

But we left Texas without too much event. I know it was hard for Sin to leave. He had lived there his entire life, not just in the state, but in that exact home. Me, on the other hand, I've lived in about twenty different homes in my life, usually moving once a year. I've never had an attachment to one place or a super close attachment to one physical community. I just can't imagine how hard it is to leave all of that behind, and I probably never will. But I hope to have a forever home one day. (cue Angel by Sarah Maclaghalacholockolynn). 

Comment question of the day (either on twitter or here): How many times have you moved in your life? What's the hardest part for you?