(Warning: some graphic words are written by the naughty writer, so if you are uncomfortable with male x male loving then feel free to skip that part😊)
Sex has lots of wonderful benefits.
(Learn more about sex 101 live with Dayu)
Those benefits include better blood circulation. Relaxes muscles. Improve heart function. A great form of exercise. Even lower blood pressure. How great is that?
Dayu, are you an ambassador for sex now?
Not really but I am taking advantage of it because aside from the things I listed above, there is another advantage to sex I am currently enjoying, it relieves me of stress.
Remember when I say that writing also relieve me of stress, well I'm at the point of my life where that is not enough anymore. Sex became my number one form of taking stress off my body.
And Wang Qing is kind enough to supply me with lots of stress relieving sex. (Yeah right, he is totally taking advantage of me)
I also found myself bottoming more these past few weeks. There is just something about letting your partner do all the hard work while you just lay there and let him do whatever he wants with you.
That makes Qing the happiest man on Earth right now.
Dayu, does that mean you are finally giving up on YuQing?
Oh no! No no no! Not in this lifetime. I still like to top, but like I said, when I feel stressful I'm more comfortable in letting Qing do the driving while we are on bed.
So what is making me stressed right now, I hear you all ask. It's work. I am filming dramas, preparing for a song release and guesting on different shows that I feel like holding on to my control so I can perform well. I have to put too much control on concentrating so I can do a good job on my dramas and guest appearances. Control that takes a lot of effort for me to do.
With that case in mind, I decided that when I am with Wang Qing , at least until I am swamped with work, I will let go of my control and let him lead me. Hence, I am now the bottom on our bed.
But don't despair for me. I love sex and I love sex with Wang Qing, any way I can get it. Heck I am willing to be the bottom forever if that will make him happy. (Thankfully that is not the case so let's leave it at that)
Like I said, sex with him relieves my stress. It relaxes me. I can just shut my mind and stop thinking for a while while I lay on my back, on my side or on my stomach with his long, hard dick inside my ass, massaging my magic spot (you all know that spot I am talking about right? If not then I will let you borrow my anatomy book and gay kamasutra)
I like it when all I have to do is call and moan his name while he fucks me good and hard. I like it more when he will also lose some control and be a bit rougher on me. You know, when he grab my hair tightly and expose my neck to give me little bites while he fucks me hard. That can drive me wild and crazy.
Qing is a sweet lover. There were times when he will take things nice and slow in bed. Like hours and hours of kissing, touching and foreplay before he make love to me. Then there's the rougher kind where he would just grab me, put as little lubricant as his conscience will allow inside me then drove his dick home. You won't hear me complain in either methods he uses.
I think it's extraordinary that the same man can give me the same kind level of satisfaction with both methods. He is THAT good.
But can you guess the best part of our sex life? It's the aftermath, of course. After making love to me, Qing will always gather me in his arms for some cuddling time. Doesn't matter if we are sweaty or sticky with come (we got tested at the start of our relationship so we kinda ditch the condom a long time ago), he would always, without fail, hold me and cuddle me.
Sometimes we talk while we cuddle, telling each other about our day. Other times we turn on the TV and watch until we fall asleep. Or sometimes we just lay there, listening to our heartbeats trying to match each other. A lot of times, Qing and I will try to breath at the same time to see if our hearts will also beat at the same time. (Awwwww, I am with you on that one)
Qing also loves touching me. Can't take his hands off me, esp when we are naked. Even if we are just kissing, I notice his hands will slip inside my shirt just to roam all over my back, chest and waist. He loves holding me captured by my neck or under my jaws. He would tip my head back then shower my face with kisses starting on the mole at the corner of my eye (my infamous tear mole), down to my cheek, on my nose, my eyelids, back to my nose, down to my lips.
Others said that you can tell how much a person loves you by the way they touch or kiss you. If that is the case then Qing loves me a LOT. He touches me a lot, he kisses me a lot, it's just a LOT.
And I am not any better. What? Have you seen him? How can you not want to touch and kiss that? Are you kidding me? Touching and kissing Qing is a favorite hobby of mine. Not to mention looking at him.
Wanna know something sweet but really creepy at the same time? I sometimes watch Qing while he sleeps. I know, creepy right. But I can't help myself. Everytime I see him, I am wondering how this guy fell in love with me. Me? Ordinary me?
But love me he does. And he does it good. What's more (yes there is more!) he made me feel so secure with his love. He says it to me. He shows it to me. He made sure I have no room to question his love for me. He makes sure I knew it, that he loves me and no one and nothing in this world more important to him but me.
No wonder I am crazy about the man. I have a hobby of doubting myself but he makes sure that when it comes to his love for me, I have no reason to doubt it.
If you are reading this, I hope you (my dear reader) will find the Wang Qing of your life. Someone who will love you and give you security. Someone who will give you encouragement, someone to push you to become a better person. I think everyone deserves a Wang Qing in their life.
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