Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

I spent approximately 36 of the last 42 hours naked in bed with the guy I’ve been dating*. Knowing that there was an imminent snow storm, I arrived at his apartment two nights ago, declared “it’s a snow day! You’re stuck with me!” took off my clothes, and accosted him.

He didn’t seem to mind.

It’s a good thing that we’re both “dog people,” by which I mean that we’re the sort of people who will take any opportunity to get as much physical contact with those we care for as is geometrically possible (… as opposed to “cat people” who like to lie and pose just out of reach, then make you work for the attention.) That meant that, even when the two of us were working on our laptops, there were always entwined limbs. When he was working and I was uninspired, I’d just cuddle up next to him, skin to skin from shoulders to toes, and think while he typed… or nuzzle him. It’s hard not to be distracting when there’s a naked person next to you and you want your hands on them. I’d be writing and have a dirty thought, and I’d have to twist around underneath him to kiss him senseless before I could get back to work.

We had lots of sex**, or at least lots of heavy petting, with ridiculous quantities of making out and a few interludes for nourishment, work, and chatting. At some point I got a text message from my mother asking me how the roads were up by where I was, and I realized that I didn’t know if it was snowing. I also pretty much didn’t care.

As it turned out, there actually was snow. I just didn’t bother to check until I’d spent almost 24 hours in sybaritic bliss, because even if there wasn’t I was still going to enjoy my snow day.
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* i.e. shmoopy boy

**Man is shmoopy-boy incredibly good in bed. I kind of covered him in bite marks, and only some of them were voluntary. Fortunately he sees marks in the same way as I do - “souvenirs of you.” *sigh* I like him A LOT.