He opened his eyes

He opened his eyes.

After a weekend with our respective children, Jack and I had a date. It’s a blossoming early relationship.

Midway through the day, we connected to finalize plans. He told me he was sorry but he wasn’t going to see me as early as expected: he had to go to the hospital to visit his parent. It was going to be 9 pm before he would arrive.

I was disappointed but obviously understood a critically ill parent took precedence, especially given he hadn’t been able to visit for a few days due to his move. I asked him what he wanted to do and he said he wanted to go for a late bite to eat, have a drink, and go back to my place. Deal. Continue reading

The way he feels.

He greets me with my favorite flowers (peonies) and champagne. Flowers that no other man has placed in my hands. Real champagne. He smiles at my response, telling me I deserve them, enveloping me in the kind of hug that fills my body and heart.

As I fuss with the flowers at the sink he comes up behind me to brush the hair off the back of my neck and kiss me, first tenderly then with increasing pressure as he buries his mouth in that sensitive spot behind my left ear, I feel his hot breath, and he grabs a hipbone in each hand with a groan.

I can barely get the flowers in the vase. Continue reading

…and then there were five.

Alternate title: I think I hosted my first sex party.

I’ve been staring at this screen for a full five minutes. I’m not even sure where to start. The facts, I suppose.

Lewis and Clark were confirmed to come over. Lewis had asked me whether I’d be up for DP and I said sure as long as he was patient and worked me up to it. We had a plan.

He told me also wanted to invite a third man who had a “huge cock”. Continue reading

Dinner, wine, and quality time with Jake

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I originally titled this post “Friday night was slutty even for me”, but in the grand scheme of things having sex with two men in the span of 6 hours isn’t the most extreme thing I’ve done. Not by a long shot.

In my car on the way to my girlfriends I called a blogging friend for a first-time phone call; it was a delightful way to spend the drive back into the center of the city.

My friend and I had a couple of hours together – she’d just come back from an amazing trip and regaled me with the stories. We ever so briefly touched on my pre- and post-dinner plans. She’s been dating the same man since shortly after I met Tony, so she’s comfortable in her year-long relationship and thankfully her dating chaos days are behind her. At least for the foreseeable future. Continue reading

a squirting second date

A two-year wait for date #2

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Jake’s profile had appealed to me for a few reasons. It was well written and honest and had intellectual depth. He was tall and bulky and while not conventionally attractive I liked his look. Obviously, I liked that he’d followed up with me each time I came back online.

He asked me when I wanted him to come over with a bottle of wine. I told him I didn’t lead with sex anymore and perhaps we could go out for dinner. He was good with either but reminded me we’d already had sex and he knew we were both sexual people.

At some level I believed it wouldn’t make a difference with him. From the beginning, I think he was more like Jason and Andrew, where even if you have sex with them early they still see you as relationship material.

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not just a first date kiss but oral sex on my couch

A kiss shared with thousands | Part Two

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After the game he took charge and knew exactly which direction he was taking me. We walked with the crowds and after a few minutes I asked where we were going.

He said since we hadn’t had dinner yet he thought we could get food. I was game.

We held hands the whole way. He took me to the neighborhood where he has his downtown flat. He chose a restaurant which happened to be a favorite of HWSNBN’s…. Shit. Continue reading

If I had a sex bucket list, an item would be crossed off.

I don’t have a sex bucket list. I actually find the notion to be limiting rather than freeing.

Why?

I suppose I’ve actually already done a hell of a lot, so there’s that. I was 18 when I had my first MFM threesome.

But, I can only add things I am aware of (and I’m constantly learning of new sexual things out there). If I don’t check something off a list, not only does it run counter to my nature, it makes me feel like I’ve failed.

Also, because I’m driven to cross things off my lists and I hate to fail, it could drive me to do something just because it’s on my list, rather than because the situation and person is right.

Bottom line is, for me, it engenders the wrong behavior and has the chance to limit and hurt.

I’m weird that way I guess.

That’s not to suggest there aren’t things I want to try. They are in my head, not written down, and I wait for the magic trifecta of right time, place, and person (or persons!).

Tuesday night was one of those nights. Continue reading

I gave him the best sex ever and he’s falling for me. Not in that order.

I spent the weekend with Fox.

The weekend started Friday morning when he dropped his car off at my place. He works not far from where I live and it was easier to park then go into his office. Which also meant he could see me in the morning. I’d given him a key so he could just let himself in if I was sleeping.

Being woken up with kisses and a warm male body next to me is pretty damn awesome. Some decent sex and a coffee in bed later, he kissed me goodbye at my front door and was off to work. I worked at home, because I could. I had a few things to get done, in particular preparations for my boudoir photo shoot the next day.

Oh, right, how could I forget? He told me he was “falling for me”. Continue reading

I have my priorities straight: sex before food.

Part One

Although Fox and I couldn’t quite get the angle right to really get me going (something I didn’t tell him – all in good time), the kitchen sex was damn hot. We changed things up a few times and I ended up sitting on him as he was on the sturdy bar chair.

At the point when my legs were cramping I needed a change of scenery. We went upstairs to my bedroom, still without having the customary date-starting-drink.

More sex was had. Lots, actually. He takes direction well. He’s learning what I like and I confess I’m soaking in all the attention and will soon need to return the favor.  Continue reading

Breaking a two-week dry spell with Fox

Perhaps it’s not exactly a dry spell when I was on vacation (and managed to hurt my labia during masturbation) for just two weeks, but it was even longer since I’d seen Fox.

We had been in regular contact during my vacation, sometimes texting throughout a whole day. We had two long FaceTime conversations near the end of the trip. He commented he felt like he knew me even better, liked me more, and he had opened up even further.

We finally started to talk about the things which interest me – his history, interests, attitudes. It’s as if he needed to trust me to get past the surface discussions I found so dull. I’m glad I was patient.  Continue reading