This doesn’t surprise me. He’s a primal man who devours his passions. I know Jake would have waited forever, but life is short and ugly. Once I offer him a chance at relief, he takes it hungrily. Until Jake, I hated fucking and having something inside my body. Leaving me sticky and sore, men acted as if I was no more important than the trash they scraped off their shoes. Jake is mine though. He makes me come and come until I feel like I have no other reason to live. As if my whole existence is to enjoy his body as he enjoys mine. We don’t have candles and flowers. It’s not the romance I saw on TV, but it’s more beautiful than I ever dreamed. I don’t understand how something as vile as fucking can now be so magical. Jake makes it happen while I try to keep up. Jake loves me, but can’t say the words. Maybe he doesn’t know he feels the same way I do, but I know he loves me. Jake needs to love and be loved. He can’t understand this yet. I wish I could tell him these things.
