There’s been good sex and there’ve been deep feelings, but the confluence of both has pretty much eluded me since you.

I had a dream of you the other night. We were still a couple, or at least it felt like that. Familiar. Comfortable. We were laying in bed, sort of spooning, and you moved your blueberry booty into my dick, which got me hard, both in the dream and in life. And of course, just as I was about to put it inside, my dog whimpered and I woke up. Womp womp. Damn cock-blocking animal.