November 12, 2004

Is "Let's get together and watch a DVD" universal code for "I want into your pants"? I met a guy- sweet, funny, cute, seems smart... We met (indirectly) through a guy I dated earlier this year. He asked if I wanted to get together last night, and after a slight bit of hemming and hawing I said yes. We met at a restaurant, where he was nice enough to buy me dinner, and then we went back to my house to watch a movie.

I thought it was kinda cute the we started out pretty much side by side on the couch, my back slightly to him due to the angle of the TV from the couch, but we kept scooting and shifting and "getting more comfortable" until we were only a few inches apart. He kept laughing at my gasps when a car would flip or something would blow up or someone would suddenly appear with a gun (yes, it was that kind of movie). Finally, after we had both shifted yet again, he said I could lean into him if I wanted to. Let me tell you, that felt so nice. He put his arm around me, his fingers idly brushing up and down my arm, my neck, my hair... I've missed that. At some point he shifted himself so that I was leaning fully against his chest, with both of his arms around me, which was handy during a particularly graphic scene where I was doing the girl thing and peeking at the tv through my fingers (and his since he was holding my hand) and he instictively tightened his grip around me when my whole body tensed, I had my eyes squeezed shut and my fingers in my ears. He tapped me gently on the back of the head when that scene was over.

When the movie ended we just sat like that for a while, and then he kissed me. The date was a semi spur of the moment thing- planned while I was at work, without enough time between work and dinner for me to do much more than go home and straighten the TV room and pick up the kitchen. My bedroom was a trainwreck, and I haven't shaved my legs in I don't know how long. I had planned to be good- kissing only, maybe a little bit of gropage. That flew out the window pretty quick. We both had our shirts off and my bra might as well have been off, when I realized we were still in the TV room and my housemate could have been returning at any time. He had suggested going up to my room, prior to clothes coming off, but it was too much of a mess so I said no. Finally I broke off the kissing and told him to give me five minutes. I was so flustered (in a good way) that it took me most of the way upstairs to figure out how to get my shirt back on. I did a quick pick up of my room, and just dimmed the lights real low, then went downstairs to get my date.

He had my shirt off again practically before I had even closed the door, and as soon as I turned my back to walk to the bed he was unhooking my bra. He had great hands though... arms around me from the back, hands playing with my breasts. I had trailed my fingers over his hands, and held his hands during the movie, and they were calloused and rough. But in my bedroom, in the dark, they were so soft...

We came together on the bed, chests pressed together, kissing, sucking, biting gently. He had made a comment earlier about my fingernails- he held my hand so that he was looking at the back of it, ran a finger over the tips of my nails and said "These could be interesting", so I made a point to scrape them lightly down his torso, from his shoulder to his belt, and was rewarded with a lovely groan. We kissed some more, as one of my hands found its way down to rub him through his jeans. He liked that idea, and did the same to me. His jeans were loose enough that eventually I could slide my hand down into them, which is something I love...

I however was still in my work pants, tailored and well fitting, so no chance of him getting his hand into them. He reached for the button at my waist as I reached to unbuckle his belt. I managed to get his pants off quick enough that I could play with his cock a little before he got my pants off.

I'm not certain that there is anything like the feeling of the first touch when you've been really turned on for a while. The feeling of fingers delving into slick wetness, sliding up along the lips and over the clit, then back down to slide inside, as your partner whispers against your lips that he loves how wet you are... Passion and pleasure build after that, but that feeling is unique.

I've discovered that I am not a size queen. I like a guy who fits pleasantly into my mouth, after I have kissed my way down from his mouth, down his neck... over his chest... maybe biting a nipple gently on my way down... Someone that doesn't kick my gag reflex into overdrive... He whispered to me that if the way I kiss is any indication, that he knew I'd give a great blowjob. I'm pretty sure he wasn't disappointed. ;o)

He played with my pussy while I sucked his cock, fingers sliding deftly in and out of me... it was really good. I have no idea how much time passed, me writhing at his touch, focused on the feel of him in my mouth and my hands, when he pulled me up to him and kissed me deeply, asking if I had cum. I said no, but neither had he. He said it was hard to make him cum, but he couldn't have me left unsatisfied, and next thing I knew his tongue was on me, but not in my mouth. It's been years since anyone made me cum that way.

Then I pulled him up to me, wrapped my arms around him, kissing him, running my hands over his chest. He snuggled me into him, and we lay still for a while, both of us sated and nearly asleep.

Surprises are fun.

November 10, 2004

(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.