The Weekly Mindfuck: The Best Feeling Ever

Even when I can't remember the rest of the night, I remember this. There are only a couple moments I can recall off the top off my head: Once laying in bed side by side, a middle of the night wake up of sorts; the second a pause while I crouched on my hands and knees in the middle of the act. I don't know why these moments stand out so much, to tell you the truth. Perhaps because they're intimate. Perhaps because it's a moment of adoration, appreciation. To be honest, I think it's that in those moments, I knew this was the pinnacle of existence. Passion. Joy. Lust. Love. Everything, all at once.

As long as I've shaved my legs, that is.