Magic Magnus

Jag och min pojkvän har bott tillsammmans i snart ett år. I början kunde vi inte få nog av varandra och hade sex veranda dag, men sen blev det mer och mer sällan… sista månaden ligger vi där i sängen bredvid varandra kväll efter kväll med varsin mobil… i bland tror jag att det bara är ren lathet, men ibland känns det som att vi redan glidit alldeles för långt ifrån varandra.

Det hade regnat "cats and dogs", jag kom hem dyböt och trött efter en lång dag. Han väntade på mig i soffan, klädd i leather pants som markerade hans kuk. Han sa att hans namn var Dallas. Vi hade sett Magic Mike bara ett par dagar innan, under en av våra sexlösa nätter.

Jag ville genast ta på honom, men han sa att jag skulle sitta ner och njuta av showen. Sexy? I'm not sure, men det funkade.

Det finns ett ryskt ordspråk som säger "A bad dancer always has trouble with his balls". It's a lie! My man can't dance for shit, but he can really fuck.

Me and my boyfriend have lived together for almost a year. In the beginning we couldn't get enough of each other and we had sex every day, but eventually it became less frequent. The last month we've just laid next to each other in bed every night, holding our mobile phones... At times I think it's just pure laziness, but sometimes it feels like we've already drifted too far apart.

It had been raining cats and dogs, I got back home soaked and tired after a long day. He was waiting for me, sitting on the couch, wearing leather pants that outlined the shape of his cock. He said his name was Dallas. We had watched Magic Mike just a couple of nights before, one of our sexless nights.

I wanted to touch him straight away, but he said I should sit down and enjoy the show. Sexy? I'm not sure, but it worked.

There's a Russian proverbs that goes "A bad dancer always has trouble with his balls". It's a lie! My man can't dance for shit, but he can really fuck.