What's First?

I have this obsession with firsts. I don't know why, but I do. I feel a rush of fierce satisfaction and pure bliss every time a first is conquered. And it's not merely a first overall, its the first kiss, first touch, first moment, those first words, first glance, first shared ecstasy.

The Chief is going to be a titillation of firsts. Despite the fact that I've known him for 6 years every new moment and experience is a new first. And even though everything is just getting started I'm extrapolating the way even platonic touches make my body quiver.

...Oh dear, quick. Run. This is totally about to become cheesy and sentimental. You've been sufficiently warned.

It's a thrill running my fingers along his skin for the first time. Hearing his voice drop to this husky masculine tone. (My favourite coworker describes him as manly without being coarse). It makes my mind race with what each next new moment is going to bring.

That first stolen glance is locked in my memory, and in quite moments I recall those coveted looks. The way his face curls up into this mischievous smile even though he is oh so deliciously shy. Watching how touch by touch by touch his confidence in every thing about us soars, building and building on itself (Like Lego blocks. Mmhmm. I said it.).

Mmmm... I eagerly anticipate the next first.