It remains frigidly cold in my neck of the woods. Friday was -22 Farenheit / -30 Celsius. Not a great temperature for outside play. I also just got my period (in time for my date – yay body, thanks!) and frankly wasn’t feeling all that fantastic. Men, be happy you don’t get menstrual cramps. They are brutal.
Tony and I planned for me to come to his place on Friday night. Originally there was talk of trying to go bowling again. Ultimately we decided we would order in pizza and he would teach me how to play Poker. He is a good player but doesn’t play all that often.
I drove to his place after work, enjoying the view of the crescent moon and of Venus on the very cold and clear night.
When I showed up there was a strong smell of marijuana. I knew he was an occasional smoker but was still surprised at this. I casually commented and he said “heck yeah, it’s Friday night”. He wasn’t overly stoned but I could see a bit of a difference than when he was sober. He told me a few stories about his habits, including that he is cutting back, and I realize he’s more than an occasional smoker. I’m not sure how I feel about this.
We sit on his couch and talk. I drink sparkling wine and he nurses a beer.
I manage to let him know I’m on my period. It doesn’t faze him at all – I didn’t think it would, since we have had sex before when I’m menstruating, but I also didn’t want him to have an unpleasant surprise.
The pizza arrives and it reminds me of Will – since it’s from the same place his family always ordered from.
We talk. We kiss.
We kiss more. He pushes me down on the couch then pulls me up and marches me up to his king size bed. He says he wants more room. Poker lessons will have to wait for another night.
I use his restraints. On him. I take my sweet time exploring his entire body with my hands and my mouth. It’s rather fun and he’s not used to not being able to do what he likes.
Eventually I take pity on him and untie him. It’s not as much fun without his hands on me.
He likes to bite. Normally his area of choice is my shoulder (just like Andrew, actually). He bites my forearm, hard, and at the same time I’m moaning I think “oh, that’s going to bruise”. As I’m writing this I look down and oh yeah, I will be asked questions if I wear short sleeves this week.
The sex continues to be good, and the prior issues are getting better. There is still not as much variety as I would like, but I’m partially afraid to try any other positions with him lest he lose his erection. He still hasn’t let me be on top and I joked about it.
But he’s so f*cking sensual. He has this way of putting both hands into my hair on either side of my face to pull me in to him. Of taking one of my fingers in my mouth and sucking. Of biting my bottom lip just a little bit when he kisses me. Of grabbing my hips, hard. Running his fingers along the inside of my forearm.
Sigh. I get wet just thinking of these things.
But the sex isn’t really the most interesting part of today’s story.
After the first round of sex, we were laying intertwined in his bed. He had been rather rough, with my encouragement. Even going so far as to spank me – but I had to keep asking for it, harder. Which reminds me I should check to see if my ass is sporting any bruises yet.
I asked “have you ever explored your Dom side?” and he replied that his ex-wife wasn’t into it. I said “what about before her or after?”
He says he’s always been the kind of guy who likes to hold a woman’s arms down. The way he talks makes me think he’s had some sexual experiences between his ex and me. This is good. But he also said I was his first first date, so of course now I’m curious what kind of experiences he had and how he found them. It’s just curiosity; no worry has yet surfaced in this analytical head of mine.
Then I ask him if he’d ever been to a fetish club. He says no, but he’s interested in going. I tell him the story of going to a dungeon for a pressure points seminar with a guy who runs his own playspace (I haven’t written that story here yet).
He tells me one swingers club in the city is near a place he gets coffee. He tells me a funny story of one day being outside with his coffee and a woman is out there in nothing but a towel, smoking a cigarette. Then he mentions another one that he’s always wanted to go to – it’s the one that hosts the gangbang night that is on my to-do list.
I tell him I’d go with him. He seems pleased and a little surprised.
I ask him what he would want to do there… he says “not a full swap” (so the dude knows the lingo, definitely) and references being too Alpha to really want to share me in that way. I mention I’ve never been with a woman but could probably be a recipient – that in the moment, if I’m turned on and a little intoxicated it’s quite likely I would go there. He says how hot it would be to see me be pleasured by a woman.
He also says (and I didn’t catch it all but didn’t want to appear too eager by asking him to clarify) something about me with other men. Along the lines of he thinks he might enjoy that because I can just keep cuming and want more, and it might be rather handy to have someone else to help me.
I don’t think I need to say it, but I am exceedingly chuffed with this turn of conversation.
But I also can’t help but think how his erection will manage at a sex club. I almost get the guts up to say something like “hey have you ever played with Viagra or Cialis” but can’t bring myself to do it. A friend gave me a Cialis sample when she learned of my issues with Tony. The package remains unused in my side table.
We also talked about the Five Love Languages. While he hadn’t heard of the book, when I described it he said he’s an Acts of Service and Quality Time guy. Good to know.
All in all, it turned out to be an educational evening. Things keep looking up with this one.
(And yes, Shakespeare saying “suck it” has a rather tenuous connection to this post…but I found the image a year ago and just liked it.)