Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Flower to Flower...
In tense anticipation I am awaiting this evening.
Why? We have invited Girl.MD over for tonight: for dinner, and...
I purposefully left in the "..." with my invitation, and she interpreted it just the right way.
Now I feel just the way I did when I went to this horror Chemistry exam some years ago, for which I studied intensely for a full six months, and then just barely passed it. The Fiancé will cook, she'll bring the fruit pie, and I am full of intentions to eat said fruit pie off of her naked body.
Or maybe not. In all honesty, I am not even sure how I am feeling about this at all. Very nervous, that's for sure. It'll be one world of a difference in potential having her in my apartment vs. standing with her at a Bloodhound Gang concert with The Fiancé behind me, and my hands around her waist and tummy. And this potential will be obvious to everybody in the room, and it'll make the tension so thick that it could be cut with a knife. We'll say awkward things and eventually one of us will make an awkward move, that'll hopefully lead to all awkwardness to drop and us finally making the experience we wanted to make for so long - and then as an addendum for The Fiancé to make an experience he has been lusting after for years.
Two days before her 30th birthday, even.
I'll spare you all more incoherent babbling... I'll post again after the glorious bisexual deflowering... or whatever disaster this evening will turn out to be.
Why? We have invited Girl.MD over for tonight: for dinner, and...
I purposefully left in the "..." with my invitation, and she interpreted it just the right way.
Now I feel just the way I did when I went to this horror Chemistry exam some years ago, for which I studied intensely for a full six months, and then just barely passed it. The Fiancé will cook, she'll bring the fruit pie, and I am full of intentions to eat said fruit pie off of her naked body.
Or maybe not. In all honesty, I am not even sure how I am feeling about this at all. Very nervous, that's for sure. It'll be one world of a difference in potential having her in my apartment vs. standing with her at a Bloodhound Gang concert with The Fiancé behind me, and my hands around her waist and tummy. And this potential will be obvious to everybody in the room, and it'll make the tension so thick that it could be cut with a knife. We'll say awkward things and eventually one of us will make an awkward move, that'll hopefully lead to all awkwardness to drop and us finally making the experience we wanted to make for so long - and then as an addendum for The Fiancé to make an experience he has been lusting after for years.
Two days before her 30th birthday, even.
I'll spare you all more incoherent babbling... I'll post again after the glorious bisexual deflowering... or whatever disaster this evening will turn out to be.
