I’m writing this on my phone, on the beach on the sun, whilst Leo is playing beach volleyball 100 metres away. Apologies for any mistakes…I will fix them when I’m at my computer again.
We are on Day 3 of 5. It’s been very nice so far.
My body failed me and decided to start my period the first day of our trip. I knew there would be some overlap but was expecting it to be wrapping up by the start. Leo said he didn’t care, thank goodness. But menstrual cramps and having to jump to the bathroom to take out a tampon as a man starts to put his hands down your pants is super annoying.
Shortly after getting our room the afternoon of Day 1, we got messy. REALLY messy. Leo fisted and fucked me and made me squirt. There was a large puddle of blood and wetness and bloody hand prints on the sheets and pillows. When we later discovered the maids changed the sheets during the turn-down service I commented we should make sure to leave a big tip.
Laying in bed one night I asked Leo the question I’d been putting off – why hadn’t he asked about exclusivity. He looked puzzled for a moment and I filled in “or was it because you thought we already were?” And he said “yeah”.
He said he knew I wasn’t dating anyone else and neither was he. I was waiting for him to ask for confirmation, but he didn’t. It’s a true statement I haven’t been dating anyone else, but I have fucked a couple of guys. Nobody new, if that matters.
He didn’t ask, and I didn’t volunteer.
I said “so does that mean you’re my boyfriend?” Yup. And although he hasn’t referred to me as his girlfriend to anyone, he thinks of me as such.
It’s a nice thing, to not have to fight for this and to not worry. But neither am I over the moon… and clearly I need to figure out why. I suspect it has to do with Tony and continuing to let him go. Maybe not. But at the moment we are going to go make out in the ocean and perhaps I won’t think about it for a few minutes at least.
Image from the 1955 movie “Stella”