Anonymous asked: Living with your parents and having limited visitation time, how do you and Josh find the time or place to have sex? I'm in a long distance relationship too, so I was just wondering.

Josh and I had sex at my house while my parents were home… It was the night of Prom and he got to spend the night at my house. The only advice I have to give is to stay quiet, wait till everyone’s asleep and it’s really late and GET RID OF YOUR EVIDENCE. Basically that’s it…

I suppose I’ve been avoiding this post. I’ve been leaving it unwritten and blank just sitting there in my drafts for quite some time. I suppose I found it to be an awkward topic to discuss or touch on but I’ve decided it doesn’t have to be. I guess I could just see this as giving an insight to the physicality of our relationship (though this area is one that is not often touched upon seeing as the long distance and other things get in the way of allowing us to be more well versed in the realm of sex and things).

To be frank a sex life does exist between Josh and I but it’s a very new addition to our relationship. It’s new and not quite honed just yet. But even still, being together -and I don’t necessarily mean sex I just mean being together- is an electric feeling that almost seems like it could be flammable. I don’t know how we do it, how we manage to want so much and take so little. I know I’m not just speaking for myself when I say it’s so difficult to be around each other especially after not seeing each other for weeks or months and not want to just pull and tug on each other until we’re just a tangled mess, one person ending where the next starts. And Josh? He’s beautiful and intuitive and I couldn’t imagine anyone else I’d like to be pressing my lips onto or pulling at to get closer to me. I want all of him, every bit of his heart and mind and soul and body. He’s just so perfect to me and I won’t ever stop thinking that. He’s also so selfless and only thinks about pleasing without asking for anything in return. He’s also just physically perfect and so beautiful, every bit of him, from the hard planes of his chest to the lines that exemplify the muscles in his arms. He’s so lovely and I wish I had more to give to him then someone who didn’t wait long enough unlike him who waited long enough to find me. I love him and love showing him that I love him. That’s why people should have sex really, not to fuck around and be foolish and impulsive but to express love and create beautiful things out of love. He’s not the first person I’ve had sex with unfortunately but he’s the first person I’ve ever made love with and that is for certain. My heart swells and my breath catches when I think of how much I love him and I can’t get enough of him. The best part of all of it though- after all the kissing and entanglements and shenanigans- is falling asleep with his arms wrapped around me, his body protecting me from whatever’s out there, his heartbeat lulling me to sleep, and his breathing paired up falling slowly into step with mine…

jesus christ your dress is gorgeous!