February 10th: Flame

Liv’s hair is a wild, tumbling mess of curls, and it gets everywhere (seriously: everywhere). Pick a surface in our flat (or an item of clothing, or a car seat, or a bathroom wall, or…) and there’s a decent chance you’ll find a copper strand draped across it, glinting whenever it catches the light.

I tease her about it incessantly, of course, because that’s what you do with someone you love – find something about them that’s inherently just a little bit ridiculous and make a running joke of it. Even so, I think it’s pretty obvious that I adore every unruly lock that spills down from her head…especially when we’re fucking.

In bed, her hair feels alive, and even more out of control. It flies around her face when she’s bouncing on my cock, and fans out in tendrils across the pillow when I pin her down by the shoulders and fuck her hard. The other evening, right before I did just that, she knelt between my legs and took my hard dick in her mouth, bending forward far enough for me to pull the whole lot down over my stomach and chest. It looked like a flame licking at my body, warming me up inside and out; slowly stroking my skin as she moved her mouth up and down the length of my cock.

Setting every nerve ending on fire.