When I just met Honey Lips the first thing I noticed about him is that he doesn't like being affectionate in public. Whereas I, I love that shit. It makes me feel on top of the world when my man kisses me, touches me boobies, caresses my hair and doesn't give a hoot about the on-lookers.
For years, I complained to him. I would like some public display of affection dammit!
And you know what? I'm a woman and women always get their ways. At whatever costs.
And now he wouldn't hesitate in smooching me in front of whoever. He knows I like that shit.
So yesterday afternoon, HL, his father and I are on the front porch, enjoying the sun and having a chat. HL grabbed me and hugged me tight. Then started kissing me on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose...
And all the time, I had my eyes closed, basking in his love-induced attention.
"You like that huh?", he whispered.
Laughingly he then said out loud, "You are so...twat-ish!"