While there may be other women out there writing blogs about the men they love and all the reasons why, I'd bet my thumbs you won't find this one.
Tyler Sits on My Stomach
Since I was a little kid, I've gotten these occasional weird stomach pains. It feels like there are vertical veins at the front of my abdomen that suddenly start throbbing sharply, like electrical currents. I don't know how else to describe it. The pain is not related to my digestive or reproductive system, I don't think, so I should probably go to a doctor because I have no idea what it might be. Anyway, I eventually learned that the pain would dissipate if I applied pressure of some sort. Lying on my stomach kind of helped, but I needed more weight. Like the weight of a person. Since this is a very odd request, I would only ever ask my very best friends to sit on me. They weren't comfortable with this (I can't imagine why) so I settled for them applying pressure to my stomach with their foot.
Tyler and I had already been intimate the first time I asked him to sit on me. Sure it was a weird request, but Tyler knew by then that I was a weird chick. But he liked me anyway. Yay! I explained the purpose of the sitting and although I'm sure he had reservations, he sat on me. I felt better. He was happy to make me feel better no matter how weird it was. And that is what matters. He's there when I need him, and this is definitely a reoccurring need. I have lost count of the number of times Tyler has sat on my stomach since the first time. A sitting session usually only lasts a few minutes, but I am ever grateful for this ultra specific way Tyler shows me how much he cares.
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