Just a few things I think I haven’t mentioned before, but want to put here for posterity:
I use a condom on my dildos during ass play for easy clean-up. I once challenged The Bunny to put one on my dick using only his mouth. I’ve heard this is a classic prostitute move and I liked the idea of The Bunny acting like an accomplished whore. He grumbled about it, but he did manage to do it.
The Bunny has his left ear pierced twice and usually wears a silver hoop earring in each hole. A few weeks back, we went out dancing and one of his earrings fell out and got stomped on/broken. I’ve managed to find a replacement that looks enough like the previous one that it should hopefully suit his tastes. He’s gonna sleep over on Thursday night (*squee!*) and I’ll give it to him then. In the meantime, I texted him “I bought you a shiny today!” and he went nuts wanting to know what it was. So cute. But I’m keeping it a surprise. All I told him – because his level of intrigue had kinda psyched me out – was that it’s just something little and not to get too excited.
The Bunny has been going skating at a local rink every Saturday morning for exercise. That time I stayed over at his place after clubbing, he asked if I’d mind him still doing that in the morning. I was flummoxed because I thought he was telling me – too late at night for me to go home – that he would be waking me up early and kicking me out. And yet I knew the skating was part of his routine, and if he’d rather do that than hang out with me then forcing him to stay would just be awkward. But no, it turned out The Bunny was planning to let me stay in his apartment while he skated and keep hanging out with me when he returned. And, he’d made a profile on his laptop for me – named after me and everything – so that if I woke up before he got home I could lie in his bed and surf the internet. I ended up sleeping straight through until he came back again, and then he made us scrambled eggs and bacon and it was delicious.
I told The Bunny after breakfast that morning that being cooked for is a weakness of mine – my mom was a housewife until I was twelve, and cooked everything from scratch and made a huge point of telling me she did it because she loved me and wanted me to be healthy, so in my mind, food = love. Also, later on after some invigoratingly rough sex and a few orgasms, I was all high on endorphins and giggled “I love you, zebra!” – a reference to this hilarious juxtaposition of memes:
When I left The Bunny’s apartment that day, he didn’t walk me to the bus stop; he always had before, but that time he just lounged naked in bed, browsing the internet, and was like “you know how to get to the bus, right?” barely even looking up at me. This made me all kinds of paranoid, wondering if my two mentions of the word “love” had panicked him and made him want to distance himself. But apparently not, because after that brief weirdness he went back to acting the same as he always had – including cooking for me. Yeah – he knows that being cooked for makes me feel loved, and makes me fall for people, and he’s still offering to do it. Hmmmm. 🙂
I’m really enjoying how domestic things are starting to feel, with him. He has that gift of making me feel physically comfortable, perhaps because he’s not prudish himself. Like the time I came over and he was naked and about to have a shower, and when I caressed one of his ass-cheeks he matter-of-factly said “I’d be careful in that general area if I were you. There’s a reason I need a shower.” See, I like that. He can acknowledge that human beings ooze gross stuff without acting like it’s the end of the world. I’ve peed in front of The Bunny now; I never peed in front of The Pedant in the entire time that we were seeing each other.
So, it…it sounds like we’re actually kind of a couple, right? Not just fucking? With the constant texting and the sleeping over and the extra computer profile and The Bunny taking a day off work so we can take a kink class together? I should probably ask him what this is and/or how he’s feeling, just to make sure I’m not misinterpreting anything. I wonder whether doing that will come off to him as pressure to be boyfriend/girlfriend, and he won’t like it? He told me that he’s at a place in his life where he doesn’t want to feel tied down, but does that mean no monogamy, or nothing too heavy or committed at all? He does seem to like me a lot, though; maybe he’s sitting here wondering where I stand with things and he’ll be relieved if I tell him I’m really into him and would like to consider us to be dating. But how should I start the discussion?
Fuck, I have no idea how to do any of this. How did I ever get into relationships before this?