Wednesday, April 05, 2006
sparks fly...
"Why would one exlcude 50% of the world's potential partners just because they happen to be of one's same sex?" - Bud.
"What does it matter when I'm having fun if it's a cock or a pussy that happens to be in my mouth...it's all about enjoying oneself..." - Bud.
Seriously, people? If I would have responded to The Fiancé's gentle attempts, I would have gotten so gloriously laid last night, and so would have he. Instead I decided it was time for us to leave and go home around midnight, and it wasn't because I felt uncomfortable or weird. On the contrary. We had a really, really nice and involved evening. Bud cooked for us, we chatted, and soon retreated to his sofa to chat some more. There was no pressure to do things from his part, and he behaved very courteously and respectfully, considering our status as a couple. Of course we talked about sex a lot, and he wasn't too shy to slowly approach me - "accidentally" at first, and when he saw that it was okay a little bit more boldly - with his legs. When he and The Fiancé talked about about gay sex experiences a bit, I could barely ignore the throbbing between my legs anymore, and was almost ready right then and there.
I noticed that The Fiancé very much played with the thought as well, for as the evening progressed he very much tried to pull me over and help things along a bit by making out with me, but I resisted. I don't usually go sleep with people on the second date, so I saw no reason to do it this time, either. I very much enjoyed the tension and the anticipation of the unknown, and saw no reason to cut this phase short - especially since I felt no pressure coming from Bud's side either. He was just rather smooth, sitting back in his lazy boy, talking, keeping on "accidentally" touching my legs, visibly enjoying himself as well. He managed to set a rather nice atmosphere, with candles, wine, mojitos, and good music, and I felt very much as if we have found what we have been looking for in this regard: an intelligent, interesting, handsome person who is not desperate for a quick lay and knows how to enjoy the game as it plays out in all its facettes.
We left eventually and drove back home, all the while knowing what would have happened, had I decided to stay.
I didn't get to sleep for a quite long time thereafter, as you can probably imagine.
My day so far has been dragging on, made possible by rather large amounts of strong espresso - and that after I promised my boss to put in some major overtime today. I should have known better... maybe in the end I would have gotten more sleep, had we just spent the night out instead of driving the 15 miles back home horny as two oversexed teenage monkeys in heat.
We will meet again next Tuesday... again with the weekdays, I foresee yet another long and hard Wednesday with liters of coffee in the office... *sheepish grin*
"What does it matter when I'm having fun if it's a cock or a pussy that happens to be in my mouth...it's all about enjoying oneself..." - Bud.
Seriously, people? If I would have responded to The Fiancé's gentle attempts, I would have gotten so gloriously laid last night, and so would have he. Instead I decided it was time for us to leave and go home around midnight, and it wasn't because I felt uncomfortable or weird. On the contrary. We had a really, really nice and involved evening. Bud cooked for us, we chatted, and soon retreated to his sofa to chat some more. There was no pressure to do things from his part, and he behaved very courteously and respectfully, considering our status as a couple. Of course we talked about sex a lot, and he wasn't too shy to slowly approach me - "accidentally" at first, and when he saw that it was okay a little bit more boldly - with his legs. When he and The Fiancé talked about about gay sex experiences a bit, I could barely ignore the throbbing between my legs anymore, and was almost ready right then and there.
I noticed that The Fiancé very much played with the thought as well, for as the evening progressed he very much tried to pull me over and help things along a bit by making out with me, but I resisted. I don't usually go sleep with people on the second date, so I saw no reason to do it this time, either. I very much enjoyed the tension and the anticipation of the unknown, and saw no reason to cut this phase short - especially since I felt no pressure coming from Bud's side either. He was just rather smooth, sitting back in his lazy boy, talking, keeping on "accidentally" touching my legs, visibly enjoying himself as well. He managed to set a rather nice atmosphere, with candles, wine, mojitos, and good music, and I felt very much as if we have found what we have been looking for in this regard: an intelligent, interesting, handsome person who is not desperate for a quick lay and knows how to enjoy the game as it plays out in all its facettes.
We left eventually and drove back home, all the while knowing what would have happened, had I decided to stay.
I didn't get to sleep for a quite long time thereafter, as you can probably imagine.
My day so far has been dragging on, made possible by rather large amounts of strong espresso - and that after I promised my boss to put in some major overtime today. I should have known better... maybe in the end I would have gotten more sleep, had we just spent the night out instead of driving the 15 miles back home horny as two oversexed teenage monkeys in heat.
We will meet again next Tuesday... again with the weekdays, I foresee yet another long and hard Wednesday with liters of coffee in the office... *sheepish grin*
