I'm Back!

So, many of you may be wondering what happened to all of my sexcapades. I'm quite pleased to tell you that they have not stopped at all. In fact, they've only gotten better thanks to my boyfriend of four months. Now, this is not someone I've ever written about. in fact, he's had me so preoccupied I haven't had the chance.
He's about six foot (because I'm five foot six, and can't date "down"), Irish, and has enough muscle to make the Hulk a little jealous. Yes. He also has quite a few tattoos, which I love. It's just an all around good thing.
Now, I don't consider myself an easy girl to date. My daddy issues coupled with the fear to let my emotions show makes it nearly impossible for me to open up with 98.9% of people. My boyfriend is in that very small 1.09 percentile.
Our first date turned into a weekend of plain weirdness. He picked me up, we went for sushi, then picked his friend up and went bowling. After that, we ended up driving to the only liquor store on the East coast up that late, getting some Bacardi and trying to find some street races. We never did. It was okay though, we parked by the docks, and my now boyfriend and I drank the Bacardi, while chatting with his friend. I've never had so much doing... well nothing. After that, we went to diner, as the sun was nearly up. I had every intention of going home... but his blue eyes and pretty smile convinced me to just stay for a while. The three of us ended up at his house, watching movies. Finally, he took his friend home, and brought back bagels for the two of us. We watched scary movies, then proceeded to have amazing sex, leading to the best orgasm I've ever had. He eats the ABSOLUTE best pussy. Ever.
By that time, we both needed some sleep, so we fell asleep cuddling. Again, I had ever intention of going home... but this time I just didn't want to. We laid around for a while, another one of his friends stopped by, and we ordered pizza and chatted for a while. After he left, we watched another scary movie, then went out for dinner. After that, we decided I'd go back home the next morning, before his boxing session. So proceeded to do laundry, picking up his friend that I met the night before. He threw my clothes i nthe was, letting me wear his clothes in the meantime.
After dropping his friend off, we went home, and had more AMAZING sex. What I really loved (and still do) is the fact that he is as cuddle-y as myself. I'm not one to want to be held, and cuddled by everyone, I like my personal space, even with fuck buddies, but there's something so secure and stable that I feel when I'm in his arms. I love it.
The next morning, I did go home... but not before giving him morning head that he said "almost mad him fall over". ;]