There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on
There's Still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness
There's Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can’t say what's going on
Cannonball - Damien Rice

I spent last weekend with Dom. It was nice. I cooked. We played mini golf. We chatted. Cuddled. Fucked.

So about that last one. Things got hot and heavy. It was about time. (Date 3.) I'd seen him without a shirt before - nice chest. Hard, nice definition. Nice amount of chest hair - enough to be manly - not enough to make one worry about the hair displacement theory, nothing bursting anywhere. I wasn't prepared for what happened when he took off his shorts. Sweet jesus it was huge. Seriously. The boy is endowed. It was at least as big as my forearm. It was exciting/terrifying. Head was a challenge - but i'm enthusastic. He's a pretty good giver too - a little to much suction but I think we can work on that. But - he couldn't get it all in. He has skills - but all my skills are about maximizing the asset. I didn't know what to do with one that is too big. Long story (haha) short - I bruised my cervix - which made morning sex not fun at all.

So I don't know what to do. I'm not sure I like him enough to put so much effort into this. I'm not sure I want to hurt this much. So. I have an appointment with my Dr. to rule out any problems on my end - like endomitrosis etc. But seriously - who would have thought this would be a problem.

I like a nice wide one. To stretch. But too long - not fun at all.

The hardest thing is that he is starting to get kinda serious. It was so nice before. We were both chill about everything. Taking it easy. No rushing. Now he is getting kinda giddy and romantic and I don't know what to do. I like boys who don't like me back.

Makes me wonder about those pornstars though....