(Warning: sexual content)
Da and I spent the 5th and 6th in a hotel and it was wonderful. We were in awe of the room as soon as we walked in. The room was so big! There was a king sized bed and a couch with a pull out bed. There was a tv that was attached to the wall that could be moved to face the couch or the bed. The bathroom had a big whirlpool bathtub with jets which we used both nights.
We had very few complaints about the room overall. The tv was sadly not a smart tv but we did manage to hook my phone up to it and finish watching season 5 of Steven Universe and the movie. The mini fridge didn't keep things very cold. The microwave was the kind that doesn't have a rotating plate. Finally, the bathtub's jets didn't keep the water hot like it's supposed to.
We had an absolutely great time. The bed was hella comfy and we cuddled almost the entire time. We also had hella sex and he spoiled me with attention and orgasms.
On the second night, I suggested that we try to have sex where I'm lying at the edge of the bed and he's standing. It was while we were in this position, I think, that I came from his dick for the first time.
It felt weird to me, on the second night which was the 6th, to be relaxing and feeling at peace with Da while there was a mob of people rushing the Capitol building in DC. Da was playing Super Mario Galaxy on his switch and I was cuddling with him while the news on the tv told us what had been happening in DC.
People are ridiculous.
It also felt weird to notice how much more involved in politics I am than Da is. In past relationships, I usually learned of national and worldly ongoings from my at-the-time boyfriend. However now I'm the one telling Da about what's happening.
It's not to say he doesn't care, because he definitely does, but it's all so overwhelming and there isn't anything we can do to fix stuff right at this moment.
I wish Da and I could spend more time together like this. I don't mean in a hotel. I mean I wish we could live together with little worries and just exist together in contentment.
I love cuddling with Da every chance I get, but I hate feeling like I have to soak up as much cuddles as I can to last me until the next time I see him. I want to be able to also play games and do other activities with him.
I'm really tired today and maintaining a singular train of thought is really difficult. Trying to think back to those two days at the hotel, everything is starting to kinda blur together and I can't remember if some things we did happened on the first or second day... For example...
At one point I was under the blankets cuddling with Da, but he wasn't really under them. He then told me, "I'm going to get under the comfies, too." He meant to say blankets but calling them comfies is hella cute and that is now the only correct way to refer to blankets.
I can't remember if the comfies incident happened the first or second night. But it did happen.
My head has hurt today and my eyes are heavy and I've constantly been listening to the news talking about the number of people who have been arrested from the Capitol assault, Trump's permanent suspension from Twitter, a possible second impeachment, etc.
I'm so tired and hungry and my period is definitely starting soon since my left boob was throbbing earlier and I feel relentlessly hungry. I need a really big nap.
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