I like Trina

We will use this glass of Gueuze to alert those of a nervous disposition to the presence of saucy content in the post which follows.

I've never known what it is to love anyone. A few years ago, when I was in the depths of despair over Seriouscrush, Heather said "One day, you will meet someone who will love you for who you are." "Yeah right," I thought. Romantic crap, typical from an over-emotioned American.

I've had a lovely day, which I'll detail later, pissed, out with gorgeous Kitty with her beautiful dress crossing over her curvy body, and sexy Melissa in a slinky woolen dress tightening over her lovely tits, her hair falling down and forcing your eyes onto them. Sexy girls, radiantly sexy. Chat chat chat. An old flame of Melissa's was there: intelligent, and if I can use an old-fashioned word, charming. Calm, civilised, open when he was asked to be; very likeable and unblokey.

Kitty said "I've never heard you talk about anyone like you do about her." I want to pour out my affection for Trina, wishing she were here. I walked home, talking to myself. "I love you Trina, I love you, I love you, I love you." I wanted her next to me in the pub with Kitty and Melissa and to show other people, my best friends, how much I like her. I want it to be public. She is kind, chatty, and I fancy her so much. I feel the same way about her that my friend Brian expressed when he said of Ingrid: "I want to fuck her all the time."

When I'm with her, we kiss and she makes my cock hard and we sometimes postpone dinner because I need to fuck her, and she likes being fucked. She loves my cock in her and I love shoving it into her cunt. I like forcing my cock into her when she's still asleep, pushing her legs apart while her cunt is dry. I get on top of her while she murmurs sleepily, not knowing what's happening. It's painful and it hurts my cock and I want it to hurt her too. The scraping pain is so enjoyable for me that I can't do what I'd like to do, which is to look at her face and watch her wince with the pain caused by my cock forcing its way into her dry cunt, before she wettens with sex.

I push her big tits together with my forearms and look at them while I'm fucking her. I love how she laughs during sex and the wine that we drink while in bed, and our talk about politics and children while we stroke each other and I pinch her nipples hard and pull them until it hurts her too much, and show her how much I love fucking her, how much I like her, and how I don't have to say any of this in words, but just by telling her to take my cock into her mouth or her cunt.

Afterwards, she rests her hand on my cock and I rest my hand on her cunt as we talk. Sometimes she makes me hard again and if I want sex I don't ask, I just push her onto her back and pin her arms down above her head and shove my cock into her. If she turns her head to one side I push it back towards me to make her face me and kiss me.

I feel viscerally, bodily, alive with life, with Trina. I feel it all day and night long. We talk, we drink, we fuck. It's so basic. I love our sex, and there's many more avenues to explore yet. I love the physical act of fucking her, and I love being able to show her, by guiding her hand on to a cock that stiffens every time I see her, that I fancy her (someone who doesn't understand why she is fanciable). I love telling her that she is gorgeous and physically desirable. It's a liberating thing for me to be able to say, since it's true. I love not being ashamed of my body and laying on the bed naked, completely at ease.