“Well, I have a curve in my dick," he explains. "And it seems to be at just the right angle. We're perfect together.”
I laugh. Such a random thing to say, but again, he has this way ofnoticing details that nobody else ever has, or at least not that they’ve mentioned. He makes me feel special. Like as a couple we’re magical, made for each other.
And it doesn’t stop there. The way he jokes about keeping other guys off the mattress he’s hauled up to my apartment. His possessiveness is cheeky, but it sends a thrill through me, as if he's claiming me. Every moment with Timmy is like a jolt of something intoxicating—this blend of adrenaline, lust, and happiness that I’ve never felt before. He’s so thoughtful, so genuinely invested in everything that makes me unique, and I feel so utterly seen in a way I didn’t even know was possible.
We lay here, entwined in each other's arms, the room silent save for our panting breaths and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. I've never felt more at home, more content, than I do right now with Timmy.
The outside world fades away, and it's just the two of us, enjoying each other, like nothing—no one—else exists. It’s as if our connection transcends time and distance—just Timmy and me.
“That really was so good,” I whisper, my eyes drifting closed as sleep begins to claim me.
"Mmhmm," he smirks, kissing my forehead gently. "Sleep now, baby. I'll be here when you wake up."
And with those words echoing in my ears, I slip into a deep, contented sleep, my heart lighter than it's been in years.
The following morning,I wake up and he’s sprawled across the mattresses. He’s taken one of my creepy Margaux dolls that looks just like me, and he’s wearing it on its dick like it’s sucking his cock. I laugh and snap a picture. He’s seriously the funniest person I’ve ever met.
He takes me out to a famous local spot that plays live music at brunch. We sit at the bar and, once again, he chats away with the bartender and other bar patrons. A kind woman offers to snap aphoto of us together at the bar. It’s an awful photo, but he’s clinging to me and I look happy. The feeling I have inside is so much more than what can be conveyed by any picture, though. I have constant butterflies. Every moment with Timmy is filled with possibilities and adventure, and I’ve never felt more excited about what my life is going to bring.
He’s so cute and snuggly. His back is smooth. And it’s big and strong.
I love wrapping my arms around him.
I love the feeling of his skin. I love the way my arms feel when they’re entangled with him.
The way he looks at me.
So kind, so caring. Full of humor. Mischievous!
He makes me feel alive.
And his sense of humor is warped, like mine. I can say the darkest shit and he’ll take it one step further. I’ve never been with someone who makes me laugh so hard. Deep belly laughs that result in tears running down my face multiple times a day.
I’d long ago given up on the idea of soulmates, but now I feel like I’ve found mine.
When I tell him things, he usually pays attention. Like the way I like my onions raw or at least still a little bit crunchy. The way I put hot sauce on basically everything. Sometimes I have to repeat myself, but who in a relationship doesn’t? And it’s taken us a little moment to understand each other’s accents, so that adds to it.
I’m swept up in wave after wave of his admiration. None of it seems disingenuous or over-the-top. He makes comments when it makes sense to do so, not like he’s coming up with a list and saying it just because he wants to win me over. It’s thoughtful and thought out, and I feel so seen.
He’s always up for an adventure. For once, I feel like the least crazy one in the relationship. He’s spontaneous and, well… fun!
And he takes the lead with sex and makes me feel beautiful and sensual. He notices parts of me that nobody else ever has.
Everything is just going so well.
Here’s this very cute, tall, athletic man who has taken time off work to drive me around and help me set up my apartment. Lifting heavy things, grabbing things from high places. Being thoughtful and considerate about what I might need in order to be comfortable.
And also being able to enjoy mind-blowing sex with him?
Moving here really was the best decision.
It feels like things are finally coming together for me.
22
KNIVES & BONES
There’s something morbidly fascinating about Timmy’s attachment to all his bones and blades. In addition to the knife he always carries—a switchblade, he’s got a full pair of deer antlers, and the deer spine necklace I recognize from his Tinder profile. The antlers are huge and pointy, and the necklace is pretty sharp too, actually. It’s like a lei, but made of animal bones. And he also has a deer skull with antlers attached. Definitely weird.