Davide

Sexy Swings & Boudoir photo shoots

We have our first Christmas tree up and decorated! It’s amazing!!! I’ve never had a Christmas tree before. I love the smell of it. I love all of this. It feels so special and magical.

My favorite cousin Facetimed tonight and we literally spent 2 hours talking and planning her trip out here. I can’t wait to see her and Kaia. I’m DYING to see her. I shouldn’t know this… but they’re planning a surprise engagement party for me.

I found out because I was in the shower and Davide called her to plan some of it. Which was incredibly sweet.

Of course I knew something was up, my guy hasn’t let me take a shower by myself since he’s gotten back. He always insists on washing my hair and my body. I love it. He gets irritated if I try to wash myself. I love feeling like he worships every curve, because he does. 

I’m a bit sad because Davide is heading home in a few days for a little bit to spend some time with his family for the holidays and then he’ll be back before Christmas. I already miss him like crazy. He tried to convince me to come with him, but I just can’t with work right now. That and this wedding planning and immigration lawyer stuff has become madness.

In fact this whole week has been a really busy and I’m literally counting the hours until Thursday night Happy Hour, I’m excited about my first Christmas dinner on Friday, and going to a concert with my friends in Santa Ana on Saturday. 

Davide got us a sex swing last week. I have never really been into that and was really nervous about trying it out. But holy shit, I will never look at a swing set the same way. I love surrendering to him completely. I love the way I can glide off him so easily. The angle. Hell, just all of it. It’s heaven. Can I just cuff this man to my bed so he never leaves? That would be perfect. He is intimidating as hell sometimes and I don’t know what to do with myself.

I do my best to torture him in my own ways. I have to. Otherwise it wouldn’t be fair, ya know? Thankfully he enjoys it just as much as I do. Tells me I have the best and tightest body ever. Sigh. I have no idea what I’m going to do with myself when he’s gone. How did I survive without sex for so long?

I was worried I fucked things up with him yesterday. But he woke me up with the same love and adoration as he did the day before. Kissing my nose and asking me if I’ll be his wife. Telling me that I’m the best thing has ever happened to him. He melts my heart every time.

God, this man… he makes me smile so much. The way he looks at me at all times, like he just won the lottery. He makes me nervous and shy all the time. I’m not used to this. 

He feels like the first person on the planet who finally sees and values me, for who I truly am. Outside of my looks, like who I am to my core. He loves me for who I am. He heartily laughs at my jokes, not even pity laughs, like I can make him genuinely laugh and it’s the best feeling in the world. He loves that I can genuinely be completely innocent and naive and also dirty and raunchy as hell. He buys me books and let’s me bore him with them.

Can we just start forever now? It’s like it can’t come fast enough. 

The only good news about him leaving is I’ll be able to shoot my surprise Boudoir photoshoot for him in peace. Which I’m excited about. I feel like my confidence is at an all time high. I cannot wait to surprise him with it. I’m constantly on Pinterest finding great ideas for poses I want to make sure we get. 

About Monica

Living in Newport Beach and Kauai. Survivor of crippling Anxiety and Depression. When I'm not cuddling my adorable dachshund puppy, surfing, or reading, you'll find me on here writing about my love life, loss, and everything in between.

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