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I’m not a cuddler. Especially after sex. Most girls I know are to one degree or another, and at one point in my life I was kind of a cuddler, but now – no. I kind of like to just have my own side of the bed and just slip into a coma, which is something I can’t do if someone’s latched onto me.

This is why Rebecca and I got into a fight last night.

See, my girlfriend’s definitely a cuddler, and I didn’t really know this because she never spent the night before. She did last night. And I really tried to just deal with it at first, but then I started feeling all restricted and trapped…it wasn’t pretty. I kind of snapped.

And we just got back together…

We ended up having an hour long fight over it, though in the end we did manage to work everything out. And I learned a lot about her in the process. And I’m pretty sure she learned a lot about me. 😀

So it was kind of a good thing we fought. Isn’t it weird how fights can be a good thing?

Anyway, I’m in the Green Edit stage of Voyeur, so by tomorrow it should be finished and out to my peeps. God I love this series!

I love it so much I’m going to try and squeeze just a little more editing in before bedtime.

So until tomorrow, I am






  1. Richie G on 4th May 2017 at 10:48 am

    Cuddling… I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Not cuddling after sex to me is like being invited to a great chef’s house and finishing this great well-prepared meal and getting up and thanking the chef but without saying how great it was. Turning over and being by yourself is not complimenting the other party’s role in the ecstasy. With cuddling, the wonderful physical union just experienced continues on just without one person being in the other person’s body. But close enough.


    • Alexa Nichols on 4th May 2017 at 10:41 pm

      She actually showed me your comment on her phone. With a smug smile on her face. If you weren’t such a valuable employee… 😀

      Fine. I’ll work on it! 🙂

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