I love you, honey, I do. You're terribly, awkwardly adorable, and goofiest as can be. But my gawd, our phone s**.
I'm just a teen, and I've recently have gotten into phone s** with my boyfriend. I really felt a sense of "this is so wrong it's right" at first. Now, it's just, "can we do it again tonight?"
I don't really have that time to be that close to him since school is hectic, afterschool has too many people, and that weekends are too busy. Finding phone s** was probably the healthiest, best way to find our vent for all the sexual frustration. Yeah, we make out and get hot and heavy, but never so explicit. In all honesty, I think it's a good thing we're having phone s** instead of actual s**. I do want to make love to him, but I'm just not ready.
Another thing. I f****** love the way you talk to me. My gawd, the dirty talk turn me on like no other. UMF. If we were inside, I would jump you. Oh man, I would. Anyway, that's all. Thank gawd for ConfessionPost.