Summer Gale's Blog
Stew is gone and I'm not sure what trigger spot I hit but I hit the mother lode without even trying. It's the weekend. I would have been sleeping in his bed, in his arms. I went to his condo on weekends. I miss his kisses. I miss his touch. I miss the way his body inspired me to try new things sexually. I just miss him, but I have to give myself credit. I haven't fucking cried .. at least not yet