McDonalds

Last night my baby went to bed first and I followed him up shortly afterwards after he'd finished in the bathroom; I did my bathroom routine and joined him in bed. He looked so beautiful by the way, he was a wondrous sight - he was kind of half sat up, propped up against the headboard with the duvet wrapped around his waist and his hands resting on his stomach on top of the duvet. It was nothing special, it was an ordinary going to bed to sleep moment, but as soon as I walked in the bedroom and saw him, I don't know, but he smiled anyway and it lit the room up, it lit my heart up. I guess it was just the fact that he looked so cute and so innocent, it was the image of a guy that I couldn't help but love, seriously in that moment he just appeared so fragile, like he was bearing his soul to me. I told him too, of course I told him, I mean we tell each other whatever's on our mind anyway but he just needed to know that he was the most beautiful boyfriend in the world. He pulled the duvet back and I joined him in bed, we kissed, we cuddled, we shared some small talk and I just spent the longest time gazing into his eyes whilst caressing his face with my hand. My baby cuddled me to sleep, I've never felt so warm, so safe and so secure; and I slept soundly, I had no cause to dream because there is no dream that could eclipse the feeling of being safe and sound in my baby's arms, none. (Oh gosh, my baby has just said that's the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said about him, particularly the dream bit. I think I've just made a happy boyfriend even happier and got lots of kisses and a big hug into the bargain too. It's true though, that's come straight from the heart, I love my baby so much xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.)

Today, well it was back to work for us, but I guess the feelings from last night, the weekend and every single moment we spend together just stayed with me today. I don't think I've ever felt so relaxed, carefree and happy at work than I have today; seriously I've just coasted through the day and felt so incredibly happy both inside and out - it's been a glorious day and it flew by in a flash. In reality nothing happened, it was another none eventful day but I don't think most of the day even registered, it just floated on by in an instant. My baby was just heavy in my thoughts, he was everywhere, just everywhere; even in my pants..............

The shave job my baby did on me last night continues to grow on me, it feels awesome even when fully clothed and on my own at work. I was walking around today and it just felt different, I could feel my hairless sac cradled in my pants and the sensation of the cotton/lycra blend on my balls is something I've never experienced before. Not that it was getting me horny or anything but it just felt so different and so much better - it's like it's made them more sensitive or something; I guess because they're so smooth now everything that comes into contact with them just kind of glides across the skin without any resistance. My baby's agreeing with me here, his feel exactly the same, it is remarkable and we recommend it to any guy thinking of doing it - we promise you it's like nothing else. And the feel of them now whilst touching or being touched, oh my gosh it's divine; they're so silky smooth and it translates so easily into feelings of arousal. Talking of which we've not experienced the sensation of feeling each other up whilst wearing satin or nylon shorts, why have we not done that yet? My baby's putting it on the agenda but can you imagine the feeling of the smooth silky fabric gliding over smooth silky skin? My baby's just brought the agenda forward some more, he's just flagged it as requiring urgent attention (that's funny but he's not kidding, well at least I hope he's not!) I'm lucky because I feel exactly the same front and back; it's okay I'm not going to go into detail about that one, suffice to say that it wasn't exactly hairy in the first place so it shouldn't really make that much of a difference - but it does. Not so much whilst I'm alone and doing normal things but when it comes down to sex, well, and my baby adores the new look and feel too.................

We were in fits of laughter earlier tonight, I did some washing yesterday and along with the duvet cover I washed some of our pants - it was a good combination wash load anyway, I mean the same stuff that was on the duvet you can also find traces of in our pants (that's so gross and so true; oh gosh that's not what we were laughing at earlier but we are now. Hang on a minute my baby's just made it worse - he said you can find traces of his in the front of his pants and in the back of mine; that's top - beyond funny, oh gosh I can't see for tears of laughter.....) My baby's still laughing, oh my gosh, hang on we'll be back with you shortly............ Oh dear, I'm hurting through laughing now, honestly, where was I? I washed some of our pants and when I got home from work tonight, I was folding them up and putting them away - note I've stopped ironing our expensive pants, with the prints and patterns that adorn them it's too risky, it could ruin them; I've been cured of my ironing pants fetish! There's too many of them anyway and we go through so many that I could spend the majority of my time doing nothing more than ironing pants! Anyway, whilst folding them up something occurred to me, particularly with the Bjorn Borg pants; now I don't know whether it's because of the cotton/lycra blend they're made from but they do kind of mould to your body whilst we wear them. What I didn't expect was for them to still be kind of moulded to that shape after washing, seriously the pouch front was still kind of distended where our respective bulges had been; not that you could trace any particular features or anything but they were holding their kind of bulge shape in the pouch. I showed my baby when he got in from work and it's true; not only that but as we both have some pants of the same design we can now tell who's pants are who's if they go in the same wash - all we have to do is compare the bulge size. As they say in McDonalds - do you want to go large with that? Oh, they must be my baby's pants; whatever I'm still lovin' it!