Saw the most incredible lightning storm over the bay tonight. Just stood on the balcony, letting the rain soak my shirt, watching the sky crack open. The sheer power of it was almost overwhelming. Afterwards, I came inside dripping wet, and he was sitting on the couch playing a game. He looked over, said 'Come here,' and I walked over and knelt between his legs. He pushed my wet hair back, unzipped his pants, and fed his cock into my mouth while he kept playing. I just stared out the dark window, tasting him, feeling the thunder still vibrating in my chest, my wet clothes clinging to me. He came, I swallowed, and he patted my head. I stayed on my knees a moment longer, watching the last of the storm clouds break apart. It was the most connected I've felt to anything all week, and it had nothing to do with the sex. That was just... incidental. Like breathing.

Makes you think about scale, you know? The universe is so vast and violent and beautiful, and here we are, just these little temporary collections of matter, doing little temporary things. Anyway, I'm going to make some tea. Clothes are still damp. (Mood: awestruck)