(I started this 3 weeks ago, it just took me a while to get it up here)
A few nights ago, I saw my friend B. online for the first time in weeks. I was really happy to see him, because I had been getting worried about him. He lives in Florida and I hadn't heard from him since before Hurricane Frances. We chit-chatted a bit, he told me a bit about the hurricanes and stuff, but I was distracted- it wasn't a good night for me to play. He found me again the next night, and I was feeling much better. We talked about work, and natural disasters, and eventually our conversation came around to this:
Him: I'd call but we take a long time
Him: Unless you want a quickie
Me: Yeah, I know we do, and I'm not really in the mood for a quickie
Him: What about Friday night, what are you doing?
Me: I have theater tickets. And I want you now. I've really missed you. What about a half quickie? Don't rush me but I promise to try not to take as long as I usually do.
Him: Okay, deal. You need some time?
Me: Yeah, give me like 10 minutes to finish some stuff up and get naked, then call.
That's one thing about me. Some women can pick up the phone and go straight into the scene, but I need time to warm up, say hello, feel like an actual person and not a sex object. That's what B. meant about us taking a long time- he knows I have that tendency, and since we're friends we like to chat, and eventually one of us (usually him) will turn the conversation in the direction we want to go...
Him: So yeah, [blah blah blah i don't remember what we were talking about... ]Hey. Didn't you say something before about getting naked?
Me: Yes...
Him: Are you?
Me: Yes...
Him: What are you doing?
Me: Nothing. What do you think I should be doing?
And it progresses from there. With B. it is soft whispers in romantic tones and even the "dirty words" are expressed in them. He drags the words "Fuck me" out of me as many times as he can, the words gaining intensity the more I say it, until we are both replete and exhausted, laying back into the pillows trying to catch our breath, and when we do, there are little whispers amazements and sweet words and promises to talk again soon.
Posted by Annora at November 10, 2004 02:29 PM