Ken Carson: Unleashed

werewolf hour

I woke up this morning still in Ken's arms. I peel away from his body to go shower. I give him a kiss on the face before exiting his room to go into mine. I really find it charming of him that he has a whole room in his house for me with clothes, a bathroom and everything I could ever want in there. i appreciate him for this because he chooses to do that for me and he doesn't have to. I know everything Ken and I do together is a choice, but us is the choice I'd always make no matter anything. I pace down the hallway then exit into my bedroom. I hit the closet, grab out a towel, robe. I'll worry about my outfit when I get out.

I walk over into the bathroom and open the cabinet. I grab a wash rag, body soap, and oils then shut the cabinet behind me. As I walk away once I make it to the shower I turn the knob to turn it on. As soon I step in the shower I can tell Ken is awake because I can feel my heart pick up pace from a resting phase, to active. One thing I really love about our heart exchange is how connected we are and how much we can feel each other all at once. It is weird, it is new to me. Kinda how the werewolf is new to Ken. I started to wash up. I like the choice of soap Ken buys for us. It smells good. I also like how the shower water feels as it falls out of the fountain onto my body.

I continue through the maze of thoughts inside my mind as I continue to shower. Left arm, wash. Right arm, wash. Arm pits, wash. Tits and shoulders, wash. Neck, wash. I continue with my upper body, til I make it to my legs. I keep washing everything. All I can think about is the werewolf. As I wash my feet I think of how nice it would be if I took the time to fix the chipped nail polish from all the chaos. I feel bad because Ken always takes us to get pedicures yet somehow I always manage to fuck my black up. I don't know, I think black is just a hard color to manage with nailpolish and honestly I don't even mind how the chipped looks. I could always touch it up before he takes us out again. I don't know. I know he has a lot going on and I really find happiness in my time on his side. I also really enjoy my alone time too which is why I am glad he understands that and has this room in here for me. Ken understands me, so all I want to do is accept him. Even if I don't always understand him. Sometimes It feels as if I do. I think with between the heart exchange I know we are connected more. I mean his veins are literally going through me to my fingertips. I can feel his blood pulsing through me, and getting hotter in the shower. I know Ken is showering now. All this makes me feel like I always understand him. I want to understand the werewolf more. I have to pull my thoughts together and pull myself out of this shower now. I finish washing my body and completely rinse off. I cut the water and step out. I dry off a bit then put my oils on. I grabbed all my stuff that I used for my shower then put it all away in the cabinet. I put the robe on and then walk over to my closet to pick out some chunky race pants and a small cropped shirt. I put my sleeves on my arms and I go back into the bathroom. I guess I am ready. I wash my face, brush my teeth, comb my hair out and wet it. Once it air dries my curls will refresh.

I walk back into my room and leave over to Ken's room. As I enter into Ken's room I see he is in his closet so I go over and walk in Ken's closet.

"hey babe" I say, I see he is getting dressed. He looks refreshed from yesterday.

"Hey baby wassup" Ken says.

I take a minute to respond as I look around at the clothes on the walls and the outfits in boxes. I like Ken's organization style with the way he organizes his clothes. I like his clothes that he put on today. What he wears is how I fucking feel. Nobody seems to get how I feel outside of him, so I am glad he understands that and that's why he is my boyfriend. It is weird for me to say I have a boyfriend because I really only like girls. I like women romantically, spiritually and sexually. I can't picture myself without Ken though. I see the way he is looking in my direction because he thinks I have something else to say, so I leave my mind to speak up.