Sex a few days ago was weird. It was good until he entered me and then I started crying but I told him to keep going and there was a little of pleasure but he felt so bad that I was crying that we stopped and then it got worse. Like my ass was trying to fit a fucking six foot poll up it even though we were just laying there.. So then I started crying even more. So we spent the night in the bath tub. Ever since then its been a little weird. "Morning." I smile awakrdly as misha walks into the dining room.
"Morning." He grabs cereal and a bowl and sits down. Its weirdly quiet.
"Uhm so.. What're you going to do today?"
"I don't know..."
"Babe?"
"Mm?" He looks up.
"Uhm.... Never mind." I clear my throat. "I uh.. I don't want what happened to ruin our relationship."
"Why were you crying?"
"You are so much bigger then I thought. I was thinking eh yeah it'll be a Lil painful but oh well but no it was like wow."
"I thought you were crying because I did something wrong."
"No baby you were good. It was perfect."
"Really?"
"Yes and I want try it again but this time like smaller. Maybe toys or something?"
"Ok. You sure?"
"Yes im positive." We both lean across the table and kiss. "I mean we also used all the lube last time so all we had was spit."
"Now you see why I squirm when we only use spit."
"I'm sorry."
"I kinda like it though so its fine." Misha grins. "But we're cool now?"
"Yeah."
"I felt bad because I've never really topped in bed. I was always letting someone ride me or something I've never bent somebody over or had them do the position we went for. So I was like oh no he's crying is that bad or good? And I took it as bad and then you just kept crying and it made me feel horrible."
"It wasn't you I mean well it was your how big you are but other then that you were great." I chuckle. He grins a little then nods.
"I love you Jens."
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"Once upon a time misha was a hottie." I smile widely as misha wiggles into tighter jeans then usual. Usually he wears these jeans that make his legs look huge so I made him buy new ones and these are a little tighter not by much but they defiantly point his butt out better (which is the best by the way.) I don't know why people are always like "small butt please." Because Misha's and big and perfect its smooth and sometimes I like to burry my face in it.
"You sure?" He looks in the mirror.
I'm positive. They look perfect." I would pull him over but I read somewhere instead of always trying to fix the problem I should listen.
"What do you not like about them?"
"I don't like how they make my butt look and the zipper was a little hard to get up."
"And what do you like about them?"
"I like the length usually mine are so long but this one is nice and the pockets are nice. I also kinda... Like.. How my butt looks."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah I mean you always said I should embrace it."
"Its beautiful. Do you wanna buy them?"
"Yeahhh."
"Ok." I grin. He changes back and them frowns. "What's wrong?"
"I like those better." He points to the new pants. I grab them and rip the tag off. "Jensen!" He gasps.
"We will just pay for them up at the counter and I'll explain you have them on."
"Perfect."
