Hi, Journal!
The twelfth thing I love about my boyfriend is: he totally has the stuff in the sack! I mean, he's so good that even when he's with one of our other girlfriends (or two or three of them ...), I get these waves and waves of boom! pow! kazow! all through my body.
His voice ... and their voices ... (and I guess kinda sometimes my hand, since I should really be as honest as I can be with you, Journal) ... and when I peep and spy on them if I think they're not looking, the crazamazing sight of how he treats whichever ones of us he's with ... it's just plain wonderful.
I'm totally sure I'd love him the same amount even if he wasn't such a super-perfect lover, sexy-wise.
But I can't help loving the fact he's awesome at it!
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