Scattered Alanfucking.

•Last night I had to work the graveyard shift, 11 PM to 8 AM. I went over to Alan's until 11 because he lives a few blocks from my work and it's convenient. And then I had sex with him three times. It was a tough shift after that. (Especially since I couldn't wear underwear to work because my panties were, um, not clean.)

•Okay, I am completely unable to estimate the size of objects, because Alan's penis is five inches something. The only explanations I have for thinking it was enormous are:

a) Alan is a tiny man, so it's proportionally enormous.
b) It's thick! It feels huge inside of me and I think I feel girth more than length.

•When most guys have an orgasm they thrust hard and fast until they're done. Alan thrusts faster and faster up until he comes, but at the actual moment he just pushes himself as far in as he can, holds still, and... pulses it into me. Maybe I'm just more aware of it because he's the only guy I've barebacked, but I think it's unusual. And kind of hot in its weird way.

•Alan turns red down to his shoulders during really good sex. Last night I could actually see a ragged border between red and white across the top of his chest. I looked in the mirror afterwards and the same thing had happened to me.

•Another benefit of dating a tiny man: making out and doing foreplay (is there a verb for that? foreplaying?) standing up. Most guys would end up with their dick against my stomach (or in Jon's case, my ribs) trying to do that, but Alan lines up with me rather better. We can't quite have all-out sex standing up, but we can do most everything else.

•Alan's skin is remarkably soft. I think it's even smoother than mine, and compared to other men it's amazing. It feels wonderful. He's silky.