It’s hot and sunny outside. It’s hot but not very bright inside. I closed the blinds to see if Marv can take a nap in this heat. He’s been rather lethargic after that day at the vet and what happened after that at home.

I think I still can’t seem to wrap my head around what happened that night, so much, that I still couldn’t bring myself to buy the toys Marv needs or even touch him around that [forbidden] area…

I guess my subconscious is playing tricks on me for making me dream about what happened practically every night since then. I usually wake up flustered and with a monumental sheet tent!

I’m glad Marv hasn’t been asking to sleep together or it could be my demise. *screams in gay*