The last few days have been interesting, and tonight it got even more so.
Hubby finally came back from his 6 week business trip on Friday night. Since he has been back, he’s been very attentive. The night he came home, we stayed up until 3 a.m. talking. Mostly I listened to him while he told me all about the trip. When he was finished talking, he started massaging and caressing me, which felt great. I really needed some attention. Last week was a rough week because of the surgery and having to deal with it without him being here, not to mention the fact that he’d been gone for six weeks, so it was nice to have some intimate time with him. We actually had sex that night, even as sore as I still am from the surgery. We couldn’t actually have intercourse, but there’s lots of ways to have sex without actual penetration, so we used our imaginations and managed to satisfy each other in other ways. I paid for it the next day, being even more sore and uncomfortable, but it was worth it.
I feel so bad for Hubby right now. We haven’t had intercourse in almost 4 months because of these surgeries, and he has been so patient. When he got home from his trip Friday night, as soon as he started touching me he got the hard-on from hell. I really shouldn’t be having any kind of sex right now on a physical level on my end, particularly no vaginal stimulation what-so-ever, but when I saw how hard he was, I knew that he needed some attention too. It is amazing what the human body can endure, especially when you’re horny, lol! I was hurtin’ pretty bad still on Friday, but as soon as he started rubbing my clit, the horny-mones kicked in, and suddenly the pain was obsolete, at least for the time being. Anyway, then I helped him to get off, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms. We don’t tend to do that too often anymore. With a king size bed, we barely even know we’re sleeping together most of the time, so to actually physically fall asleep touching was nice.
Then I worked over the weekend. Work sucked as usual. But in the evenings, Hubby was once again very attentive. Hugging me, holding me, kissing me – I don’t know what happened to him on that trip to make him so attentive, but it’s nice to feel the physical connection with him. I think it may have to do with an e-mail I sent him while he was gone, laying out how miserable I have been, and why I want to go back to Texas. Honestly, I think he may be realizing how close he is coming to losing me. But if that’s what it takes to get our marriage heading in the right direction, then so be it.
Then Hubby went back to work on Monday (yesterday) and as usual, he came home from work in a piss-poor mood. He hates this place as much as I do, but given the fact that he’s military, he’s stuck here unless he can manage to get orders out of this place. Well, he comes home from work and starts unloading his day on me, which I’m pretty much used to. I feel bad for him about his work related issues too. Let’s just say that the military has not been a positive experience for him, constantly making him feel like he’s being shit on. Anyway, he comes home from work yesterday, tired and disgruntled. We went out to eat as usual, and when we get home he decides to hide out in his office for the rest of the night and chill.
This is the way my life has been for the last year and half. I spend all day alone, and then I get to have dinner with Hubby, and spend the rest of my night trying to keep myself occupied. So last night I decided I wasn’t going to occupy myself by sitting at home. I decided to go out with the girls.
It was supposed to be karaoke at the country bar last night, so we headed over there. But once again, that didn’t work out. Instead, they had a live band, which wasn’t that great. These live bands at the country bar seem to be a real hit or miss kind of thing. Some of the bands that have been there over the last 6 weeks have been pretty good, while others really could use some more practice time.
So, it was me, Beauty, and my girlfriend from work (who we will now call “Big T”, because she’s got huge boobs, lol). Big T was designated driver last night, and she was on her period, so she was being really bitchy about everything, which put a bit of a damper on the mood last night. I wanted to serve her a big pitcher of “shut the hell up”, but instead, I ordered a few drinks to drown her out, lol! For the most part the night was fairly low key. Beauty and I sucked down a few drinks and determined that wasn’t going to be enough, so we started ordering shots too. I did a few shots of the Hot 100 again, and it wasn’t long after that the mood started to lighten up. Imagine that. Thank the Gods for alcohol! LOL
Around 11:00 last night the bar got pretty quiet. Most of the people that had been there started to clear out, until there were maybe 10 to 15 of us left. At that point, we all congregated around the bar, and things got a little livelier. By this time I was buzzin’ pretty good too, and as is par for the course, I started to get horny. What is it about alcohol that makes me so horny? Geeezzz! If you have ever heard the song “Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off”, by Joe Nichols, that’s me to a “t”! Well, now I’m buzzing and horny, and I spy this guy sitting at the bar who I have spoken to before, but really didn’t know. He’s a friend of Beauty’s. So I go over and start talking to him. He’s a biker, and so I started the conversation by talking about bikes.
When I’m drinking and horny, it doesn’t take long before I start hitting flirt mode, so I started flirting with this guy – in a very subtle sort of way – then Beauty comes over and starts hanging all over him. I backed off a little, because I don’t want to infringe on Beauty’s territory, but then he and I start talking about tattoos. If you have a tattoo, when you start talking about them with others, it usually becomes a game of show-and-tell, so he and I started showing our tattoos to each other. I have one on my lower back that is rather large, and in order to show it, I have to pull my pants down almost to the crack of my ass. But when I’m drunk, this is never an issue, because I love showing off that particular tattoo.
It has been my experience that when most men see the tattoo on my lower back, they usually like it, often commenting on the size, and for some reason they always want to touch it. It’s sexy, and if I have been drinking, it’s a turn-on to feel a man’s hand on that part of my body. Just the way they like to run their hand over it – yummy!
Anyway, so there we were talking about the tattoos, and when I showed this guy my tattoo on my lower back, suddenly I had his full attention. I think it pissed Beauty off, but hey, I was only talking to the guy. hehe Not that I’m trying to “steal” him from her, but she is married too, and while she’s cute, she flirts in a “cute” sort of way that always leads to “no, sorry, can’t have sex with you”, which in my opinion is just a tease. No one likes to be teased that way. Plus, she’s just plain, and comes off as little miss innocent. Not that that is a bad thing – some guys like the innocent “Plain Jane’s”, but it was obvious from this guys attention to me that “cute” just wasn’t doing the trick for him that night.
Now it’s 1:00 in the morning, and the bar lights come on. I hate those damn bar lights! They’re always ruining my fun! *pouts* We all head outside to go home. While we are out there, standing around still talking, I see this guy I’ve been flirting with looking at my cleavage. I couldn’t resist giving him a little more to look at, so the next button on my shirt managed to undo itself. Oops! *grins* Then I hear, “Oh my God!”, and I look up at him and he’s staring at my boobs with this look on his face that says, “Can I please have one of those?”
Okay, so now I’m being the tease because I can’t have intercourse, but I’m all for explaining why I can’t and finding a way to work around that. Just when I start to tell him the situation, Big T grabs my arm and starts dragging me to her car. Then Biker Dude grabs my other arm and says I’m riding home with him. (I found out he lives down the street from me, so it would have been convenient for him to give me a ride home.) Then Beauty grabs Biker Dude and starts pulling him to let go of me. Damn! I just want to have a little fun, is that so wrong?
Well, Big T puts me in the car, and we’re sitting there waiting for Beauty, who is still outside talking to Biker Dude. Finally, she gets in the car and tells us that he wants to come over to her house and have sex. I don’t know what she was saying to him while they were outside, but she told him he couldn’t come over. (Big surprise there) I don’t know about you, but I kind of got the impression that maybe she told him about my surgery, and he was looking for a way to get laid one way or the other, so he went for a chance with Beauty. Of course, I wasn’t going to say that to her, but I have a feeling that’s what happened. Little does she know that when I’m able to have sex again, I have a feeling Biker Dude and I will probably hook-up, unlike his odds with her.
When I got home last night, I was most definitely ready for some sexual attention. I woke Hubby up and told him about my night, and he immediately went to work pleasuring me. Here’s the interesting part – for the very first time since Hubby and I have been together, I got to have an orgasm without him expecting one in return. This is a major big deal to me, and I was totally amazed, and commented on that fact. He just laughed, told me he loved me, and then we went to sleep. But seriously, I’m like, WOW – did that really happen??
I’m not finished telling you about my “turning tides” moments, but right now I have to head to the airport to pick up Son, so I need to run. I haven’t seen him in over 4 months, and I’m really looking forward to spending the holidays with him. I will finish sharing this tale as soon as I can.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Friday, December 15, 2006
Margaritas & My Sexy Man - part 6
Hubby was supposed to be home this afternoon, but his flight was cancelled due to fog. He managed to get another flight out, but he won’t be here until almost midnight, so while I’m waiting for him to get home I thought I’d continue my Sexy Man saga…
After my last encounter with Sexy Man, I really didn’t think I would hear from him again. I thought about him several times over the course of the next week, and wondered if he would be coming out that weekend. I wasn’t about to call him though. I had decided if he wanted to see me again, the next move would have to be up to him. Well, the week came and went, and I didn’t hear from him. I went out that weekend as usual, but he was nowhere to be seen. I concluded that he was no longer interested, and I wasn’t about to go chasing after him, so I let it go. I will admit I was very disappointed, but I chalked it up to a one night stand that took two full weeks to play out from beginning to end.
When Monday rolls around again, I get back to living my life and trying to forget about Sexy Man. Then on Monday afternoon, my cell phone rings, and lo and behold it’s him wanting to know what I’m doing tomorrow afternoon around lunchtime. He wants to take me to lunch. Once again, I am surprised, albeit pleasantly so. I agree to meet him the next day.
The following day I met Sexy Man at a little bar & grill kind of place that is near our watering hole. We met out in the parking lot, and when we got inside, he chose a place to sit that was in a cozy little corner where we would have some privacy. It was good to see him again. Even better was getting a chance to see him in the daylight, lol – up to this point, we had only ever gotten together at night.
For the next two hours, Sexy Man and I sat there talking and laughing, and just enjoying our time together. We never discussed our last evening out. It was almost like it never happened. And except for while we were eating, we actually held hands across the table almost the entire time we were together. Then he tells me that he really enjoys spending time with me, and asks me if we might do it again soon. This felt wonderful to me. There was nothing sexual about it. It was just two people spending time together, getting to know one another, and I really enjoyed it, so I told him that I would enjoy getting together with him again like this.
When it was time to leave, we are standing out in the parking lot saying goodbye, and Sexy Man asks if I would mind if we sit in my car for a few minutes together before we go. I had no problem with it, so we get into the car and continue talking for a few more minutes, when he leans over and kisses me. Suddenly we are having an afternoon make-out session in my car. Very yummy!
It is fairly clear to me at this point that Sexy Man and I have a strong chemistry together. Not only do we get along really well and have a lot of common interests, but when it comes down to it, we have a hard time keeping our hands and lips off of each other, with kissing fast becoming our favorite past-time.
Finally, Sexy Man says he needs to get home, and he gets out of the car with the promise that he will call me again soon. We say goodbye, and I go home with another one of those stupid smiles on my face.
The very next day, sometime around mid-morning, I get another call from Sexy Man wanting to know what I had planned for the day. I told him I had just gotten out of the shower and really hadn’t made any plans yet. He asks me if I’m alone, and wants to know if he can stop by for a few minutes. Once again pleasantly surprised, I said sure, but that I wasn’t dressed yet, and to please give me a few minutes to dry my hair and at least throw my make-up on. He says no problem, and twenty minutes later he’s knocking on my door.
In those twenty minutes, I had managed to dry my hair and put my make-up on, but I hadn’t gotten dressed yet. When he knocked on the door I was still in my robe. After the lunch we shared the day before, and the excitement of him coming over to the house that day, I started to get a little more than horny. I decided to skip scrambling to get into my clothes before opening the door, thinking I would surprise him and open the door with just my robe on. Now, just to give you an idea, this was no pink fuzzy bath robe. It was an expensive silky short robe, so it was ideal for this particular moment in time.
As I opened the door to let him in, my robe fell open, giving him a full view of me standing there in all my glory. With a look of surprise, and a smile on his face, he grabbed me and started kissing me on the spot. We stood there for a few minutes kissing, and then I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. I was about to get my second chance to make things right after that last night we were together.
When we got into my bedroom, he wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me again. We just stood there in the bedroom doorway kissing, and I started to shake. I don’t know if I was nervous, or cold because of my lack of clothing, or if I was just that excited, but I couldn’t help myself. Then I noticed that he was shaking too. We laughed at this together, and concluded that it was okay, and we hugged each other. For what seemed like the longest time, Sexy Man just held me as we stood there. Then I looked up at him, and started kissing him again, while at the same time, I began to undress him. Finally, he slid my robe off, and we lay down on the bed.
For the next three hours, Sexy Man and I proceeded to truly enjoy the most amazing, intimate, sexy, hot and fantastic sex I have ever experienced. It was slow and passionate, hot and sweaty, with every moment filled with pleasure. There were moments where he had me shaking so bad from the pleasure of it that I thought I was going to pass out. The orgasms I had came on wave after wave, and it seemed like they went on forever. We couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. If he wasn’t going down on me, I was going down on him. For the longest time it was nothing but oral sex while we explored every single inch of each other’s bodies. I loved every minute of it!
Sexy Man is the first man I have ever been with that got as much pleasure from oral sex as I do. Most men I have been with not only don’t have the patience for long oral sex sessions, but they can rarely hold out so long before they simply can’t wait any longer to get their rocks off. With Sexy Man, I don’t know how he does it. He was hard as a rock, yet he held off for the longest time before we actually had intercourse that day. And even after all the pleasure I had received from him up to that point, he continued go slow and work me into yet another orgasm before he allowed himself the pleasure of his own.
When I finally slid my hot wet juices down on him, just the moan that came out of his mouth almost made me orgasm again. And the sensation of actually feeling him fill me with his rock hard rod took me over the top. Within minutes, I had yet another orgasm. Finally, I was spent, and he knew it. Then he laid me on my back and went to town until he finally shot his load inside me, which was a treat all its own. I can’t really explain it. I was so sensitive from the whole ordeal that I felt every delicious pulsing drop fill me, as it oozed out and dripped down my ass.
Afterwards, we lay there in silence, exhausted in a wonderful sort of way. Eventually Sexy Man said he needed to get going, so he got up and got dressed. As I walked him to the door, he gave me another kiss and that sexy man smile of his and we said our goodbyes. After he left, again with the promise that he would call me soon, I decided to lay down and I fell asleep. It was the best nap I’ve ever had! lol And for the next few days, I walked around with a pleasurable pain between my legs that reminded me of our afternoon delight.
I do believe we both made up for our previous sexual encounter.
To be continued…
After my last encounter with Sexy Man, I really didn’t think I would hear from him again. I thought about him several times over the course of the next week, and wondered if he would be coming out that weekend. I wasn’t about to call him though. I had decided if he wanted to see me again, the next move would have to be up to him. Well, the week came and went, and I didn’t hear from him. I went out that weekend as usual, but he was nowhere to be seen. I concluded that he was no longer interested, and I wasn’t about to go chasing after him, so I let it go. I will admit I was very disappointed, but I chalked it up to a one night stand that took two full weeks to play out from beginning to end.
When Monday rolls around again, I get back to living my life and trying to forget about Sexy Man. Then on Monday afternoon, my cell phone rings, and lo and behold it’s him wanting to know what I’m doing tomorrow afternoon around lunchtime. He wants to take me to lunch. Once again, I am surprised, albeit pleasantly so. I agree to meet him the next day.
The following day I met Sexy Man at a little bar & grill kind of place that is near our watering hole. We met out in the parking lot, and when we got inside, he chose a place to sit that was in a cozy little corner where we would have some privacy. It was good to see him again. Even better was getting a chance to see him in the daylight, lol – up to this point, we had only ever gotten together at night.
For the next two hours, Sexy Man and I sat there talking and laughing, and just enjoying our time together. We never discussed our last evening out. It was almost like it never happened. And except for while we were eating, we actually held hands across the table almost the entire time we were together. Then he tells me that he really enjoys spending time with me, and asks me if we might do it again soon. This felt wonderful to me. There was nothing sexual about it. It was just two people spending time together, getting to know one another, and I really enjoyed it, so I told him that I would enjoy getting together with him again like this.
When it was time to leave, we are standing out in the parking lot saying goodbye, and Sexy Man asks if I would mind if we sit in my car for a few minutes together before we go. I had no problem with it, so we get into the car and continue talking for a few more minutes, when he leans over and kisses me. Suddenly we are having an afternoon make-out session in my car. Very yummy!
It is fairly clear to me at this point that Sexy Man and I have a strong chemistry together. Not only do we get along really well and have a lot of common interests, but when it comes down to it, we have a hard time keeping our hands and lips off of each other, with kissing fast becoming our favorite past-time.
Finally, Sexy Man says he needs to get home, and he gets out of the car with the promise that he will call me again soon. We say goodbye, and I go home with another one of those stupid smiles on my face.
The very next day, sometime around mid-morning, I get another call from Sexy Man wanting to know what I had planned for the day. I told him I had just gotten out of the shower and really hadn’t made any plans yet. He asks me if I’m alone, and wants to know if he can stop by for a few minutes. Once again pleasantly surprised, I said sure, but that I wasn’t dressed yet, and to please give me a few minutes to dry my hair and at least throw my make-up on. He says no problem, and twenty minutes later he’s knocking on my door.
In those twenty minutes, I had managed to dry my hair and put my make-up on, but I hadn’t gotten dressed yet. When he knocked on the door I was still in my robe. After the lunch we shared the day before, and the excitement of him coming over to the house that day, I started to get a little more than horny. I decided to skip scrambling to get into my clothes before opening the door, thinking I would surprise him and open the door with just my robe on. Now, just to give you an idea, this was no pink fuzzy bath robe. It was an expensive silky short robe, so it was ideal for this particular moment in time.
As I opened the door to let him in, my robe fell open, giving him a full view of me standing there in all my glory. With a look of surprise, and a smile on his face, he grabbed me and started kissing me on the spot. We stood there for a few minutes kissing, and then I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. I was about to get my second chance to make things right after that last night we were together.
When we got into my bedroom, he wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me again. We just stood there in the bedroom doorway kissing, and I started to shake. I don’t know if I was nervous, or cold because of my lack of clothing, or if I was just that excited, but I couldn’t help myself. Then I noticed that he was shaking too. We laughed at this together, and concluded that it was okay, and we hugged each other. For what seemed like the longest time, Sexy Man just held me as we stood there. Then I looked up at him, and started kissing him again, while at the same time, I began to undress him. Finally, he slid my robe off, and we lay down on the bed.
For the next three hours, Sexy Man and I proceeded to truly enjoy the most amazing, intimate, sexy, hot and fantastic sex I have ever experienced. It was slow and passionate, hot and sweaty, with every moment filled with pleasure. There were moments where he had me shaking so bad from the pleasure of it that I thought I was going to pass out. The orgasms I had came on wave after wave, and it seemed like they went on forever. We couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. If he wasn’t going down on me, I was going down on him. For the longest time it was nothing but oral sex while we explored every single inch of each other’s bodies. I loved every minute of it!
Sexy Man is the first man I have ever been with that got as much pleasure from oral sex as I do. Most men I have been with not only don’t have the patience for long oral sex sessions, but they can rarely hold out so long before they simply can’t wait any longer to get their rocks off. With Sexy Man, I don’t know how he does it. He was hard as a rock, yet he held off for the longest time before we actually had intercourse that day. And even after all the pleasure I had received from him up to that point, he continued go slow and work me into yet another orgasm before he allowed himself the pleasure of his own.
When I finally slid my hot wet juices down on him, just the moan that came out of his mouth almost made me orgasm again. And the sensation of actually feeling him fill me with his rock hard rod took me over the top. Within minutes, I had yet another orgasm. Finally, I was spent, and he knew it. Then he laid me on my back and went to town until he finally shot his load inside me, which was a treat all its own. I can’t really explain it. I was so sensitive from the whole ordeal that I felt every delicious pulsing drop fill me, as it oozed out and dripped down my ass.
Afterwards, we lay there in silence, exhausted in a wonderful sort of way. Eventually Sexy Man said he needed to get going, so he got up and got dressed. As I walked him to the door, he gave me another kiss and that sexy man smile of his and we said our goodbyes. After he left, again with the promise that he would call me soon, I decided to lay down and I fell asleep. It was the best nap I’ve ever had! lol And for the next few days, I walked around with a pleasurable pain between my legs that reminded me of our afternoon delight.
I do believe we both made up for our previous sexual encounter.
To be continued…
Thursday, December 14, 2006
The Missing Margaritas - part 5
Today I am having a bad day. Not bad in the sense of things going wrong for me today, but bad in the sense that I’m hurting both physically and emotionally.
I finally had my surgery on Tuesday. Thank the Goddess that’s over. Tuesday was kind of a blur, which is probably a good thing. No one exactly relishes the thought of remembering going through a surgical procedure. I only hope this will be the last of it. I don’t think I can take anymore of hospitals or doctors right now. On the pain scale, I’m a hurtin’ pup. I feel like someone hit me with a sledgehammer between my legs. Walking hurts – sitting hurts – lying down hurts. It is “painfully” obvious that the doctor got brutal while performing this surgery. Thank goodness for Vicodin - at least the pain meds manage to dull the pain. The good news is that I’m not hurting as bad as I was from the last surgery, so hopefully I’ll be up and moving around much sooner than last time. At least, I hope so. I can’t afford to miss anymore work.
Emotionally I am a mess today also. Along with being sick and tired of dealing with doctors and hospitals, I am also sick and tired of feeling this empty hole in my heart. It is like a dull ache that never leaves me, and it creates a never-ending struggle to fight back tears. I hate feeling like this. All I want right now is for someone to put their arms around me and hold me, but here I sit, completely alone, with no one in the house but me and my critters. Hubby will be coming home tomorrow after being gone for six weeks, so I am really looking forward to not being alone in the house anymore.
Given my mood today, I thought it might do me some good to walk down memory lane again and share some more of my tales about Sexy Man. When I think about my time with him it makes me smile and puts me in a good mood. Unfortunately I can’t have any margaritas tonight because of the pain killers, hence the title, “The Missing Margaritas”, but I won’t let that stop me. I need to smile.
So where was I? I think we were heading towards “date #2” with Sexy Man…
I don’t remember too much of the following week between seeing Sexy Man. I do remember being very excited at the thought of getting to see him again, as well as the incredible desire to want to finish what we had started. I also remember him calling me one day during that week to discuss our next “get together”, which was going to be that Friday night. During our conversation he mentioned that one of the guys from work had his mom coming in for a visit, and that she would be out with the gang that night also. Apparently there had been some joking and arranging through the guys at work that Sexy Man was supposed to keep this guy’s mom company when we all went out, and that he was going to have to dance with her that night. In other words, he was supposed to keep her entertained. Sexy Man also mentioned that we (he and I) would have to play it very low key that night, so as not to give any indication that we were actually seeing each other. Basically, Sexy Man was very concerned about our mutual friends, particularly the guys from work, discovering our little secret, so discretion was of the utmost priority. I agreed. The last thing either of us wanted was to cause any problems for the other.
Friday night finally arrived, and as before, I took great care in getting ready that night. I wanted to look my best for Sexy Man, as expectations of the night to come danced around in my mind. When I got to the watering hole that night, I looked for Sexy Man’s car outside in the parking lot. He hadn’t arrived yet, which was a little disappointing, but I went inside with hopes that it wouldn’t be long before he got there. I got my drink and eagerly awaited his arrival.
On the nights I went out, I liked to try to get there right when the drink specials start – I don’t want to miss a minute of the drink specials! lol At 50 cents a drink, you can get pretty loaded during three hours worth of drink specials, which is one of the reasons we chose this watering hole as our gathering place. ;) As I’m sitting there having my .50 cent drink of Jack ‘n Coke, slowly but surely everyone starts arriving. After about a half hour or so, Sexy Man also shows up.
When I saw Sexy Man that night, I got very excited, as you can probably imagine. I couldn’t wait for a hug just so that I could feel him pressed against me again. *grins* I’m sitting there watching him, trying not to be obvious about it, as he says his hello’s to everyone. He was slowly making his way towards me, giving hugs or hand shakes to everyone in his path, when he stops and says he’s going to go to the bar to get his drink. I remember thinking to myself, what’s up with that? No hello for me?? I continued to sit there waiting patiently.
When Sexy Man returns with his drink, he stops to talk to one of the guys he knows from work. He glanced in my direction, and I gave him a small wave to say hi, and he gives me a faint smile then continues talking with his buddy. Meanwhile, I’m thinking, “you better get your ass over here and at least say hello to me.” Finally he starts making his way in my direction again, but once again he stops before he gets to me. Okay, I’ve been patient enough. I was starting to think he was going to ignore me. Then, when he looks at me again, I announced rather loudly, “Don’t I get a hug hello?”, as I stretch my arms out to get a hug. With that, he FINALLY walks up to me, scoops me in his arms and gives me a big hug. It’s about time!
Now I know that he wanted to be discrete that night, but we had been partying together for over a year, and we ALWAYS said hello with hug. Why should that change now? I would have thought it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but apparently I was wrong.
After the hug hello, he went about his business of being discrete again. Sexy Man was on my mind in a big way, and I really wanted to sit with him and talk, but given his lack of enthusiasm to say hello to me, I thought it would be best if I let him do what he felt was best in this circumstance, so I left him alone. Although, to be honest, I was starting to get a bad vibe, thinking there might be more to this distance than just the need for discretion.
I had brought my camera with me that night, because everyone we knew was going to be there. Initially I had forgotten I had it with me, but eventually I remembered it, and pulled it out to start taking some pictures. As luck would have it, I took about 3 or 4 pictures when my camera batteries decided to die on me. In need of a ride to the store to get more batteries, I walked up to Sexy Man and asked him if he would mind running me to the store. Of course, I was also hoping for a little one on one time with him too, so this was the perfect excuse to get him alone. He agreed to take me to the store, and we left.
Given the whole hug incident, I was a little leery of making any attempts at physical contact with Sexy Man that evening. When we left to go to the store, I tried to be as nonchalant as I could about the whole thing, because I didn’t want him to know I was disappointed. Well, when we walked outside, he actually put his arm around me and kissed me, which I was totally not expecting. I was happy about it, but surprised too. Then we drove to the store, but not a whole lot was said aside from casual conversation. Meanwhile, I’m wishing he would kiss me again.
While we were in the store walking around looking for batteries, the casual conversation continued. Once or twice he actually touched me, like he was just letting me know he was there. But then we turned a corner, going into an aisle that was empty, and he practically body-slammed me against a column, pressing his body against me like he wanted to get inside of me, and he proceeded to kiss me hard and passionately. It was the kind of kiss that said I want you, and I want you now! But before I knew what hit me, the kiss was over, and he was walking away from me like nothing ever happened. Whoa! If you have never experienced that kind of spontaneous passion, let me just tell you, it’s FABULOUS! It set my whole body on fire in a matter of seconds!
A little flushed and dazed by the kiss, I caught up to Sexy Man and asked him what that was all about. He grabbed my hand and smiled his sexy smile at me, then said we needed to be careful incase we ran into anyone we knew. Then he let go of my hand, and wouldn’t you know it, at that moment someone he knew walked into the store. Timing, right? It’s all about timing. As Sexy Man walks over to the guy to say hello, I found the batteries I was looking for. I paid for them, and met him at the door. On the way to the car, I told him what a difficult night it was going to be having to keep my hands to myself, and then we got in the car, he kissed me again, and we headed back to the bar.
When we got back to the watering hole, we also went back to being discrete. It really turned out to be a hard night for me. I wanted so bad to spend time with him, but we barely said two words to each other all night. The one time all night that I did manage to spend a few minutes with him, we also managed to get one picture taken of us together. I really didn’t understand his need to be as distant as he was being. For anyone who really knew us, people might have thought Sexy Man and I were mad at each other or something, because we always hung out together talking when were out. Now we were acting like we barely knew each other. As the night wore on, that bad vibe came back again, and I started to wonder if maybe he really wasn’t all that interested anymore.
For the rest of the night I watched Sexy Man talking and dancing with his co-worker’s mom, while I tried to have a good time myself enjoying my time with the rest of my friends, trying to patient for the night to be over when I might actually get to spend some quality time with him. But as the night progressed, instead I started to get the impression that he was very into his co-worker’s mom, and that I had suddenly become old news. I hate to admit it, but I was jealous. He pretty much danced with her, and her alone, all night, and I hadn’t gotten to dance with him even once. Then “Amarillo by Morning” started playing, which is one of my all time favorite George Strait songs. When the song came on, I noticed Sexy Man was alone for the moment, so I walked up to him and grabbed his hand to start heading towards the dance floor with him, when out of nowhere comes “Mom”. She grabbed his other hand and said, “I love this song – let’s dance!”, and she proceeded to pull him out on the dance floor. Well, I must have had quite the look on my face, because she stopped and looked at me and said, “I’m sorry. Do you mind?” What was I going to say, “Yes I mind. I want to screw this man’s brains out and you can’t have him”? I’m sure that would have gone over really well. Instead, I said that I didn’t mind, and I watched them go out to the dance floor.
I don’t know why this affected me like it did. Up to this point, what Sexy Man and I had was pretty much just a “party-buddy” friendship which had turned into a sexual desire for each other. But while I watched them out on the dance floor, I actually started to cry. Then the song was over, and as I watched the two of them head back to our table, I dried my eyes and decided that it was probably over before it really got started. He had found his “date” for the night, and it wasn’t me, so I might as well get over it. For the remainder of the night, I tried to put Sexy Man out of my mind.
When the night was over, I grabbed my cell phone to call a cab. At that moment, Sexy Man walks up to me, touches my arm and asks me if I’m okay. I told him I was fine, and that I was just calling a cab to go home. He closes my cell phone and says he will give me a ride home. I said thank you, but that it was okay, I can just call a cab, and he tells me not to be silly. I’m not really in the mood to argue, so I accept the ride, at the same time wondering where “mom” was. Apparently she had left with her son, which surprised me as well as confused me.
As we are driving to my house, Sexy Man starts telling me what a terrible dancer “mom” was. I didn’t really comment, just letting him ramble about his evening. At that point, I wasn’t really interested in hearing about his evening. I just wanted to go home. I’m not acting bitchy or anything like that, but I had pretty much concluded that any physical contact we had that night was going to be the last of it given his actions (or lack thereof) that evening. In my mind, he was just being the gentleman that he was by giving me a ride home, because he hadn’t so much as touched me since we left the watering hole, let alone given me any indication that the passionate kiss we had shared at the store earlier that night was going to lead to anything else. I sat there quietly in his car, listening to him talk, but not really paying much attention to what he was saying. I was just watching the streets roll by as we got closer to my house.
Well, this night is just full of surprises, because Sexy Man passed right by my street. At first I thought he had missed the turn off, maybe forgetting how to get to my house. I said, “You missed the turn, just make a left h-e-r-e” as he passes yet another street. He’d pretty much stopped talking now. Then, about 6 blocks later, he makes a left, and pulls in behind some quick oil change place.
Now I am really surprised and confused again. I asked him what we were doing there, and he says, “I’ve been thinking about you all night.” I’m thinking, “You could have fooled me”, but I didn’t say anything. Then he puts in an Eagles CD.
One of the first things Sexy Man and I ever realized we have in common is our love of the musical group, The Eagles, which is our favorite group.
We sat there listening to The Eagles for a few minutes, and Sexy Man grabs my hand, holding it and stroking it with a serious look on his face. Then tenderly he touches my face and pulls me to him to kiss me. You have to know by now that this mans kisses make me melt, and as frustrated as I was about how the whole evening had gone down, each kiss made me forget that frustration a little more.
The mood was suddenly very intimate. I was also raining that night, which also had an impact on the mood. Then the song “New York Minute” comes on and Sexy Man pulls back to listen to the song. With his eyes closed, he starts singing with the CD, then stops and looks outside for a second, and he comments on how much he really loves the rain. I know this might sound corny to some people, but in that moment, I felt like I caught a glimpse into his soul. Something about the way he said it and the look in his eyes…
This was turning out to be a very a strange night for me, with a full range of emotions being felt on a personal level, not to mention Sexy Man’s inconsistent and unpredictable behavior. When the song was over, Sexy Man reaches for me, telling me that he wants me. Suddenly he is all over me, kissing me passionately again, with his hands almost in a frenzy trying to get my pants off. It didn’t take long for that fire to start burning within me again, and I’m equally grabbing and pulling at his pants trying to remove them at the same time. We happened to be in Wifey’s van that night, instead of his car, and Sexy Man gets up and starts heading to the back of the van, stretching out his hand for me to follow.
When I got to the back of the van, all I could think of at the time was that I really needed to feel this man inside me. He and I had two encounters so far that still hadn’t led to his own release, and all I wanted was for him to screw my brains out at that point. I am guessing that he felt the same, because he laid me on the seat on my back and proceeded to do just that. I have no idea how long we were there. I know it was a while. Sexy Man has great stamina. Good thing too, because all I kept thinking was, “please don’t stop!” It was, for all intents and purposes, a good ol’ fashioned screwing. There was no foreplay except for the few minutes in the front seat – but then, we had already had enough of that before hand given our last two times together, so when all is said and done, we simply wanted to get down to the business of sex, and I wasn’t complaining.
When it was all over and both of us are all hot, sweaty, and pleasantly exhausted, Sexy Man is still laying on top of me, and I hear him say the damnedest thing. As he’s climbing off of me, he says, “I didn’t think it was going to be like that.” Huh? I didn’t know what to say. To this day, I still don’t know what he meant by that. Was he disappointed? Or was he surprised at how hard core it was? Did he have something else in mind, and things didn’t work out like he had planned? I don’t know. Given the look on his face, I got the impression that he was disappointed. I wish I had asked him then and there what he meant by it.
Needless to say, my ego felt like it had just been shot down in the worst way. Then, to add insult to injury, as we’re climbing into the front seat to leave, I hit my head on the light fixture on the ceiling of the van, which left a goose-egg size lump on my head that hurt for a week. To this day, I swear that was Wifey hitting me on the head, getting back at me for screwing her husband in her van. I suppose it was a fitting ending to that night, given the course of events.
After Sexy Man dropped me off that night, I really didn’t think I would hear from him again. I went to bed that night confused about everything that happened. Mostly, I was disappointed that I might have disappointed him and I vowed that, given the chance, the next time we were together it would be different – much different.
To be continued…
I finally had my surgery on Tuesday. Thank the Goddess that’s over. Tuesday was kind of a blur, which is probably a good thing. No one exactly relishes the thought of remembering going through a surgical procedure. I only hope this will be the last of it. I don’t think I can take anymore of hospitals or doctors right now. On the pain scale, I’m a hurtin’ pup. I feel like someone hit me with a sledgehammer between my legs. Walking hurts – sitting hurts – lying down hurts. It is “painfully” obvious that the doctor got brutal while performing this surgery. Thank goodness for Vicodin - at least the pain meds manage to dull the pain. The good news is that I’m not hurting as bad as I was from the last surgery, so hopefully I’ll be up and moving around much sooner than last time. At least, I hope so. I can’t afford to miss anymore work.
Emotionally I am a mess today also. Along with being sick and tired of dealing with doctors and hospitals, I am also sick and tired of feeling this empty hole in my heart. It is like a dull ache that never leaves me, and it creates a never-ending struggle to fight back tears. I hate feeling like this. All I want right now is for someone to put their arms around me and hold me, but here I sit, completely alone, with no one in the house but me and my critters. Hubby will be coming home tomorrow after being gone for six weeks, so I am really looking forward to not being alone in the house anymore.
Given my mood today, I thought it might do me some good to walk down memory lane again and share some more of my tales about Sexy Man. When I think about my time with him it makes me smile and puts me in a good mood. Unfortunately I can’t have any margaritas tonight because of the pain killers, hence the title, “The Missing Margaritas”, but I won’t let that stop me. I need to smile.
So where was I? I think we were heading towards “date #2” with Sexy Man…
I don’t remember too much of the following week between seeing Sexy Man. I do remember being very excited at the thought of getting to see him again, as well as the incredible desire to want to finish what we had started. I also remember him calling me one day during that week to discuss our next “get together”, which was going to be that Friday night. During our conversation he mentioned that one of the guys from work had his mom coming in for a visit, and that she would be out with the gang that night also. Apparently there had been some joking and arranging through the guys at work that Sexy Man was supposed to keep this guy’s mom company when we all went out, and that he was going to have to dance with her that night. In other words, he was supposed to keep her entertained. Sexy Man also mentioned that we (he and I) would have to play it very low key that night, so as not to give any indication that we were actually seeing each other. Basically, Sexy Man was very concerned about our mutual friends, particularly the guys from work, discovering our little secret, so discretion was of the utmost priority. I agreed. The last thing either of us wanted was to cause any problems for the other.
Friday night finally arrived, and as before, I took great care in getting ready that night. I wanted to look my best for Sexy Man, as expectations of the night to come danced around in my mind. When I got to the watering hole that night, I looked for Sexy Man’s car outside in the parking lot. He hadn’t arrived yet, which was a little disappointing, but I went inside with hopes that it wouldn’t be long before he got there. I got my drink and eagerly awaited his arrival.
On the nights I went out, I liked to try to get there right when the drink specials start – I don’t want to miss a minute of the drink specials! lol At 50 cents a drink, you can get pretty loaded during three hours worth of drink specials, which is one of the reasons we chose this watering hole as our gathering place. ;) As I’m sitting there having my .50 cent drink of Jack ‘n Coke, slowly but surely everyone starts arriving. After about a half hour or so, Sexy Man also shows up.
When I saw Sexy Man that night, I got very excited, as you can probably imagine. I couldn’t wait for a hug just so that I could feel him pressed against me again. *grins* I’m sitting there watching him, trying not to be obvious about it, as he says his hello’s to everyone. He was slowly making his way towards me, giving hugs or hand shakes to everyone in his path, when he stops and says he’s going to go to the bar to get his drink. I remember thinking to myself, what’s up with that? No hello for me?? I continued to sit there waiting patiently.
When Sexy Man returns with his drink, he stops to talk to one of the guys he knows from work. He glanced in my direction, and I gave him a small wave to say hi, and he gives me a faint smile then continues talking with his buddy. Meanwhile, I’m thinking, “you better get your ass over here and at least say hello to me.” Finally he starts making his way in my direction again, but once again he stops before he gets to me. Okay, I’ve been patient enough. I was starting to think he was going to ignore me. Then, when he looks at me again, I announced rather loudly, “Don’t I get a hug hello?”, as I stretch my arms out to get a hug. With that, he FINALLY walks up to me, scoops me in his arms and gives me a big hug. It’s about time!
Now I know that he wanted to be discrete that night, but we had been partying together for over a year, and we ALWAYS said hello with hug. Why should that change now? I would have thought it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but apparently I was wrong.
After the hug hello, he went about his business of being discrete again. Sexy Man was on my mind in a big way, and I really wanted to sit with him and talk, but given his lack of enthusiasm to say hello to me, I thought it would be best if I let him do what he felt was best in this circumstance, so I left him alone. Although, to be honest, I was starting to get a bad vibe, thinking there might be more to this distance than just the need for discretion.
I had brought my camera with me that night, because everyone we knew was going to be there. Initially I had forgotten I had it with me, but eventually I remembered it, and pulled it out to start taking some pictures. As luck would have it, I took about 3 or 4 pictures when my camera batteries decided to die on me. In need of a ride to the store to get more batteries, I walked up to Sexy Man and asked him if he would mind running me to the store. Of course, I was also hoping for a little one on one time with him too, so this was the perfect excuse to get him alone. He agreed to take me to the store, and we left.
Given the whole hug incident, I was a little leery of making any attempts at physical contact with Sexy Man that evening. When we left to go to the store, I tried to be as nonchalant as I could about the whole thing, because I didn’t want him to know I was disappointed. Well, when we walked outside, he actually put his arm around me and kissed me, which I was totally not expecting. I was happy about it, but surprised too. Then we drove to the store, but not a whole lot was said aside from casual conversation. Meanwhile, I’m wishing he would kiss me again.
While we were in the store walking around looking for batteries, the casual conversation continued. Once or twice he actually touched me, like he was just letting me know he was there. But then we turned a corner, going into an aisle that was empty, and he practically body-slammed me against a column, pressing his body against me like he wanted to get inside of me, and he proceeded to kiss me hard and passionately. It was the kind of kiss that said I want you, and I want you now! But before I knew what hit me, the kiss was over, and he was walking away from me like nothing ever happened. Whoa! If you have never experienced that kind of spontaneous passion, let me just tell you, it’s FABULOUS! It set my whole body on fire in a matter of seconds!
A little flushed and dazed by the kiss, I caught up to Sexy Man and asked him what that was all about. He grabbed my hand and smiled his sexy smile at me, then said we needed to be careful incase we ran into anyone we knew. Then he let go of my hand, and wouldn’t you know it, at that moment someone he knew walked into the store. Timing, right? It’s all about timing. As Sexy Man walks over to the guy to say hello, I found the batteries I was looking for. I paid for them, and met him at the door. On the way to the car, I told him what a difficult night it was going to be having to keep my hands to myself, and then we got in the car, he kissed me again, and we headed back to the bar.
When we got back to the watering hole, we also went back to being discrete. It really turned out to be a hard night for me. I wanted so bad to spend time with him, but we barely said two words to each other all night. The one time all night that I did manage to spend a few minutes with him, we also managed to get one picture taken of us together. I really didn’t understand his need to be as distant as he was being. For anyone who really knew us, people might have thought Sexy Man and I were mad at each other or something, because we always hung out together talking when were out. Now we were acting like we barely knew each other. As the night wore on, that bad vibe came back again, and I started to wonder if maybe he really wasn’t all that interested anymore.
For the rest of the night I watched Sexy Man talking and dancing with his co-worker’s mom, while I tried to have a good time myself enjoying my time with the rest of my friends, trying to patient for the night to be over when I might actually get to spend some quality time with him. But as the night progressed, instead I started to get the impression that he was very into his co-worker’s mom, and that I had suddenly become old news. I hate to admit it, but I was jealous. He pretty much danced with her, and her alone, all night, and I hadn’t gotten to dance with him even once. Then “Amarillo by Morning” started playing, which is one of my all time favorite George Strait songs. When the song came on, I noticed Sexy Man was alone for the moment, so I walked up to him and grabbed his hand to start heading towards the dance floor with him, when out of nowhere comes “Mom”. She grabbed his other hand and said, “I love this song – let’s dance!”, and she proceeded to pull him out on the dance floor. Well, I must have had quite the look on my face, because she stopped and looked at me and said, “I’m sorry. Do you mind?” What was I going to say, “Yes I mind. I want to screw this man’s brains out and you can’t have him”? I’m sure that would have gone over really well. Instead, I said that I didn’t mind, and I watched them go out to the dance floor.
I don’t know why this affected me like it did. Up to this point, what Sexy Man and I had was pretty much just a “party-buddy” friendship which had turned into a sexual desire for each other. But while I watched them out on the dance floor, I actually started to cry. Then the song was over, and as I watched the two of them head back to our table, I dried my eyes and decided that it was probably over before it really got started. He had found his “date” for the night, and it wasn’t me, so I might as well get over it. For the remainder of the night, I tried to put Sexy Man out of my mind.
When the night was over, I grabbed my cell phone to call a cab. At that moment, Sexy Man walks up to me, touches my arm and asks me if I’m okay. I told him I was fine, and that I was just calling a cab to go home. He closes my cell phone and says he will give me a ride home. I said thank you, but that it was okay, I can just call a cab, and he tells me not to be silly. I’m not really in the mood to argue, so I accept the ride, at the same time wondering where “mom” was. Apparently she had left with her son, which surprised me as well as confused me.
As we are driving to my house, Sexy Man starts telling me what a terrible dancer “mom” was. I didn’t really comment, just letting him ramble about his evening. At that point, I wasn’t really interested in hearing about his evening. I just wanted to go home. I’m not acting bitchy or anything like that, but I had pretty much concluded that any physical contact we had that night was going to be the last of it given his actions (or lack thereof) that evening. In my mind, he was just being the gentleman that he was by giving me a ride home, because he hadn’t so much as touched me since we left the watering hole, let alone given me any indication that the passionate kiss we had shared at the store earlier that night was going to lead to anything else. I sat there quietly in his car, listening to him talk, but not really paying much attention to what he was saying. I was just watching the streets roll by as we got closer to my house.
Well, this night is just full of surprises, because Sexy Man passed right by my street. At first I thought he had missed the turn off, maybe forgetting how to get to my house. I said, “You missed the turn, just make a left h-e-r-e” as he passes yet another street. He’d pretty much stopped talking now. Then, about 6 blocks later, he makes a left, and pulls in behind some quick oil change place.
Now I am really surprised and confused again. I asked him what we were doing there, and he says, “I’ve been thinking about you all night.” I’m thinking, “You could have fooled me”, but I didn’t say anything. Then he puts in an Eagles CD.
One of the first things Sexy Man and I ever realized we have in common is our love of the musical group, The Eagles, which is our favorite group.
We sat there listening to The Eagles for a few minutes, and Sexy Man grabs my hand, holding it and stroking it with a serious look on his face. Then tenderly he touches my face and pulls me to him to kiss me. You have to know by now that this mans kisses make me melt, and as frustrated as I was about how the whole evening had gone down, each kiss made me forget that frustration a little more.
The mood was suddenly very intimate. I was also raining that night, which also had an impact on the mood. Then the song “New York Minute” comes on and Sexy Man pulls back to listen to the song. With his eyes closed, he starts singing with the CD, then stops and looks outside for a second, and he comments on how much he really loves the rain. I know this might sound corny to some people, but in that moment, I felt like I caught a glimpse into his soul. Something about the way he said it and the look in his eyes…
This was turning out to be a very a strange night for me, with a full range of emotions being felt on a personal level, not to mention Sexy Man’s inconsistent and unpredictable behavior. When the song was over, Sexy Man reaches for me, telling me that he wants me. Suddenly he is all over me, kissing me passionately again, with his hands almost in a frenzy trying to get my pants off. It didn’t take long for that fire to start burning within me again, and I’m equally grabbing and pulling at his pants trying to remove them at the same time. We happened to be in Wifey’s van that night, instead of his car, and Sexy Man gets up and starts heading to the back of the van, stretching out his hand for me to follow.
When I got to the back of the van, all I could think of at the time was that I really needed to feel this man inside me. He and I had two encounters so far that still hadn’t led to his own release, and all I wanted was for him to screw my brains out at that point. I am guessing that he felt the same, because he laid me on the seat on my back and proceeded to do just that. I have no idea how long we were there. I know it was a while. Sexy Man has great stamina. Good thing too, because all I kept thinking was, “please don’t stop!” It was, for all intents and purposes, a good ol’ fashioned screwing. There was no foreplay except for the few minutes in the front seat – but then, we had already had enough of that before hand given our last two times together, so when all is said and done, we simply wanted to get down to the business of sex, and I wasn’t complaining.
When it was all over and both of us are all hot, sweaty, and pleasantly exhausted, Sexy Man is still laying on top of me, and I hear him say the damnedest thing. As he’s climbing off of me, he says, “I didn’t think it was going to be like that.” Huh? I didn’t know what to say. To this day, I still don’t know what he meant by that. Was he disappointed? Or was he surprised at how hard core it was? Did he have something else in mind, and things didn’t work out like he had planned? I don’t know. Given the look on his face, I got the impression that he was disappointed. I wish I had asked him then and there what he meant by it.
Needless to say, my ego felt like it had just been shot down in the worst way. Then, to add insult to injury, as we’re climbing into the front seat to leave, I hit my head on the light fixture on the ceiling of the van, which left a goose-egg size lump on my head that hurt for a week. To this day, I swear that was Wifey hitting me on the head, getting back at me for screwing her husband in her van. I suppose it was a fitting ending to that night, given the course of events.
After Sexy Man dropped me off that night, I really didn’t think I would hear from him again. I went to bed that night confused about everything that happened. Mostly, I was disappointed that I might have disappointed him and I vowed that, given the chance, the next time we were together it would be different – much different.
To be continued…
Friday, December 08, 2006
Kissing Spree
I love kissing. I'm not talking about the kind of kiss you share with Mom & Dad, Grandma, or other relatives or friends. I'm talking about the kind of kiss you share with a lover. For me, kissing is a very sensual, sexy, and intimate form of sharing between two people who have a desire for each other. The best part about kissing a lover, or a potential lover, is the feeling you get that makes passion rise to the surface and blood rush to the genitals, usually bringing about the strong need or desire for really hot, steamy sex. I also think you can tell a lot about a person through a kiss - particularly, I think you can get a really good idea of what kind of lover they may be.
For example, when I kiss my husband, his lips and tongue are always sort of stiff. Not that Hubby is a bad kisser, but his kisses also mimic his stiffness in bed (and I don't mean his hard-on, lol). It's like he can't relax and just go with the flow. Everything is sort of mechanical with him, and he doesn't explore much with his tongue, which is also sadly a reflection of his lack of imagination in bed. The good news is that I have enough imagination for the both of us, so life in our bedroom is never exactly boring as long as I keep the ideas flowing.
Then there is Sexy Man, who is an amazing kisser. His lips are relaxed, and his tongue always eager to explore. His tongue is also very flexible - oh my is it flexible! As kissers and lover's go, Sexy Man is at the very tip-top of my list! There was never a dull moment when Sexy Man and I were alone, with the best part being that he and I are equally imaginative in bed.
Well, I have been on a kissing spree as of late! How fun! I don't know if I can explain why I have felt a need to go on this little kissing spree, except I just felt like kissing these people. Maybe it is because I am looking for something more than what I have in my life right now. Maybe it is because I am lonely and just need physical contact. Maybe it's just because I'm really horny given the fact that I haven't had sex in three months. Or maybe it is because I am searching for that mind-blowing something that I had with Sexy Man, trying to recapture how he made me feel. I am not sure why, but I have enjoyed it. :)
Kiss #1 was on the first night I went out after all these long months of staying at home. I had a few drinks in me, and getting out and having a chance to socialize brought out the lioness in me. I was sitting with my friend at the country bar, relaxing and having a good time, and I was introduced to a new friend, whom we'll call "Beauty". Beauty is not particularly attractive, more plain than anything, but she is beautiful at the same time. She's very sweet, a little on the shy and reserved side, and maybe even a little naive, at least at first glance. She also has a very pretty smile. Something about her - I don't know what, but she and I really clicked. She got a full dose of me that first night as I shared some private things about my life with her and she, in turn, shared some secrets of her own with me. We ended up telling each other stuff that you wouldn't normally share with someone the first time you meet them.
At one point in the evening I couldn't help myself, and in front of everyone sitting there, I got up, stretched myself across our table, held her face in my hands and laid a hot and juicy kiss on her lips. She was very tasty! :) Somewhere between surprise and excitement, she said, "Oh my goodness!", lol - and then, to my surprise, she asked for another one. Yay! I had actually forgotten my kisses with Beauty until now, because that same night I was also flirting with Kiss Victim #2. Beauty lives right around the corner from me. Now that I think about it, I may have to explore the possibilities with Beauty!
Kiss Victim #2 was on the same night as my kisses with Beauty, and is the guy who thinks I have the personality of four blank walls. At the time, I thought it was a yummy kiss. Now, after recent events, he ain't all that! lol Of course, that's just the bitch in me saying that. He really wasn't a bad kisser, and I would have gone to "breakfast" at his house that night if I could have, but now I'm glad I didn't, for obvious reasons. I should have taken Beauty home and rocked her world instead - lol!
Then there was Kiss or be Kissed #3 - that would be Texas Dude. I really didn't have a choice with that kiss, because he grabbed me and kissed me before I had a chance to refuse, but that was a yummy kiss too. Actually, if Texas Dude hadn't been so drunk, I think the kiss would have been even better. The man gave me the tingles! I love the tingles! I am still keeping an eye out for Texas Dude, hoping we run into each other again. ;)
Kiss #4 happened this past Monday night - and this one was so totally ALL me! If you are reading all my posts, you will remember me mentioning the extra passenger we managed to pick up the night of that dreadful party. He was the first one to tell me to lighten up that night. At least he said it in a pleasant way. *sighs* A-N-Y-W-A-Y...
Last Monday night I finally managed to make it to karaoke, and it was at the country bar. My friend and I are just hanging out that night, not doing any major drinking, waiting for our turn to sing - we had been there for about an hour or so. About 10:30 we see our extra passenger guy (whom I will now call Trucker) walk into the bar. He sat down at the bar alone and had a drink. We didn't like the fact that he was sitting alone. Up to this point, aside from the night of the party, we really didn't know this guy, but he seemed nice enough so we invited him over to our table.
After having a chance to talk to him (this time he was sober - vs. the night of the party where he was pretty drunk), we found out that he really is a nice guy. We spent the rest of the evening with him talking and joking and hanging out. Actually, the talking between Trucker and I went more along the lines of flirting, while my friend was socializing with some other people she knew who were there that night. Well, the longer Trucker and I talked, the closer his chair got to mine, until eventually he might as well have been sitting on my lap, lol! Then he asked me to dance. I don't generally turn down a chance to dance, and by this point our flirting was becoming really obvious, so I of course said yes.
Trucker takes me out to the dance floor and while we're two-steppin' he does one of those numbers where I suddenly find myself enveloped in his arms from the front. With him behind me, holding me as close as he can and swaying in a really sexy kind of way, he whispers in my ear that he could stay like that all night. Oh my! (Insert tingle #1 *grins*) Then we go back to the table, again he's practically on my lap, and we keep talking and flirting - then he starts buying my drinks for me.
On a side note, when it comes to men buying me drinks, I have not had that honor too much in my life. I generally take care of myself when it comes to my drinks. Even Hubby won't pay for my drinks - he usually makes me carry the money, so I pay for my own. It's nice to have a man pay for my drinks for a change - makes me feel a little spoiled. :)
So, anyway, Trucker started buying my drinks at that point, and I ended up not having to pay for another drink the rest of the night. That was really nice. As we are sitting there talking, he's looking straight at me, and then he tells me I have the most amazing eyes. (Along comes tingle #2!) I blushed! He laughed at the fact that I blushed. Then he took me out to dance again, and didn't take long to do another one of those "cuddle" moments on the dance floor. We stayed like that for what seemed like a long time, and I felt very cozy.
I have to say - the quickest way into my pants is to touch the romantic in me, and this guy was working all the right moves! By the end of the night I really wanted to feel this guys bare hands on my body! On that note, closing time had arrived, and as we are leaving I turned to Trucker, grabbed his hand, and ran his fingers down the center of my bare chest while I kissed him. (Another one of those moments where I just couldn't help myself!) I was wearing a very low-cut, all-cleavage kind of shirt that night, so his fingers ran down the center of my double-D breasts being held in by a great push-up bra. It felt damn good to feel a man's hands on my skin! And the kiss, well, it was one of surprise on his part, but he didn't refuse, lol
Then we go outside to leave and he grabs my hand and draws me to him, asking if he can have another one. I didn't hesitate to kiss him again. :) After the second kiss, I said regrettably that I had to go because my ride was leaving. He tells me that it's not often that he finds a woman that is such a great kisser, and pulls me to him and kisses me again. (TINGLE-TINGLE-TINGLE!!!!!) As I'm pulling away to leave, he asks me if we really need to stop there? I said yes because I really had to get home, but we have agreed that we will meet again. YUMMY!
All I can say is this next surgery better be the last, because I truly don't know how much more I can take of not being able to have sex! My toy box just isn't cutting it anymore - I NEED TO GET PHYSICAL!
So far, that is four kisses in three weeks, and it isn't over just yet. ;)
Wednesday night was ladies night, so my friends and I went down to the country bar. This was actually supposed to be my last night out before my surgery, when I will be temporarily out of commission again for the next few weeks. Given that, I had every intention of going out that night and having a great time!
The beginning of ladies night started out with Beauty wanting us to sit with this guy she has a crush on. Interestingly enough, this guy just happens to also be the best friend of the guy who won't touch me because I'm married (who we will now refer to as "Mr. Personality" or Mr. P for short, because he is the very same one who said I have the personality of four blanks walls!) Great! Right? Already my night is starting out with a glitch. I told my friend that I wasn't sitting next to Mr. P, so to appease us both, I sat next to her crush, who we will call BJ (which you will understand in minute), and she sat next to Mr. P. (By the way, Mr. P has actually turned into a real dick! He wouldn't even acknowledge my existence that night.)
Ladies night at our bar comes with this cute little paper bracelet that shows you've paid your $10 for your drinks, so I got my bracelet, and my first drink, sucked that down, then got another. Then I sucked that one down and went for a shot of tequila. I was in need of a serious mood boost, because Mr. P's presence was bumming me out. Two drinks and a shot of tequila later, I was starting to get that warm fuzzy view of things, like maybe there was hope for the night yet. Then BJ turns to me and says I really should try a shot of Hot 100. When the waitress rolled around again, I ordered another drink and a two shots of Hot 100 - one for me, and one for BJ. It turns out that Hot 100 is 100 proof cinnamon schnapp's, which is pretty tasty. Well, this shot actually put me in a better mood too, because right after BJ and I did the shot, Mr. P decided to go home because he had to work in the morning. (Poor baby! *she says dripping with sarcasm*) I was so glad he left - it was a definite mood booster, lol
After Mr. P left, I asked BJ what Mr. P's deal was. He said he didn't know, but that he mentioned the "four blank walls" to Mr. P, and Mr. P was really drunk that night and doesn't remember making that comment. Yea, right! That's why he's Mr. Personality himself and won't even talk to me, right? Anyway, after that BJ and I got to talking about nothing in particular when all the sudden the conversation at the table turns to talking about sex.
Why does everyone always end up talking about sex with me? Given that I can't have intercourse right now, I swear they are doing it just to torcher me!
Well, the conversation started to go in the direction of blowjobs, and suddenly everyone is admitting how horny they are - me included. The alcohol was really beginning to kick in at this point, and I opened my big mouth and made a comment about how blowjobs can be very yummy, and BJ says he wished women didn't have that gag reflex. Then I piped in about how blowjobs are all about technique. BJ turns to me and asks me if I have a gag reflex. I told him everyone has the gag reflex, but that its all about relaxing the throat - again, it's all about the technique.
Now I have to tell you that I don't really find BJ to be that attractive. He's a nice guy, and he's got killer blue eyes, but for the most part, he's tall, overweight, kind of sloppy in appearance, and a bit self-centered and cocky, for lack of a better word. In short, he would never make my top 10 list of people to have sex with. He is also about 12 years younger than me, and the age difference is really apparent in the maturity department, but here I am having this conversation about blowjobs with him.
Have you ever noticed how talking about sex tends to make the horny-mones kick into high gear? Or is it just me? Talks about sex really make me horny as hell.
At that point I was ready for another shot, so I ordered a round of Hot 100 for the whole table. Cheers to great sex! We all downed our shots, and BJ looks at me and tells me I've got him really curious, and that he wants to know what my blowjobs are "really" like. I asked him what I was going to get out of the deal, and he says, "satisfaction for a job well done!" HA! I told him that I don't honor men with blowjob just for the hell of it, and that I have to be in the mood to give a blowjob. (It is fair to say that when I am in the mood to give one, I do enjoy them as much as the receiver.) Then I said I expected some pleasure of my own, and that wasn't going to be possible right now given my medical situation.
This particular conversation starts to drop off and go into other directions. The alcohol is going down pretty easy, and we're all laughing and joking around. Then BJ whispers in my ear, "What do I have to do to get you to give me a blowjob?" I laughed at this, and he says, "I'm serious." Doh! Again, I love to flirt, but I can feel this conversation going beyond the flirting stage, and at this point my buzz is turning into an all-out-drunk. To get myself out of this one, I decided to explain to BJ about my medical situation and that sex with him just wasn't going to be possible. Then I added, "I'm married, remember?" That didn't phase him, and he says, "I'll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what I have to do to feel your lips wrapped around my cock." I said it would take a lot more than simply asking me to do it, and that I wasn't about to give him head just because he was begging me to - there would have to be some mutual satisfaction from it. Of course, he says he's all about "eating at the Y". Keep in mind that I'm really drunk at this point, and I'm also super horny. Alcohol and horny are a wicked combination for me, and usually tend to lead to some serious yearnings to get laid. Unfortunately, there was one final blow to the whole conversation - I told him I was having my period, which I really was, and unless he was ready to earn his red wings, it was time to drop the conversation. Well, I guess he wasn't willing to do "anything", because he said he wasn't in to that. I'm thinking, thank goodness. We can finally drop this conversation, and I turned and started talking to Beauty. When I turn back around, sitting in front of me was another shot of Hot 100, compliments of BJ.
Crap! I really didn't need another shot. I was already drunk - but I'm not usually one to look wimpy and turn down a drink, so I did the shot. Not long after, he buys yet another shot of Hot 100 - and then he buys a third, which is actually my 5th shot of this stuff, on top of the tequila and the mixed drinks I had. Now I'm not just drunk, I'm wasted! And we all know what BJ was trying to do - obviously he was hoping if he got me drunk enough, he'd get his desire fulfilled. The man was desperate for a blowjob!
I have to admit that in some weird way, even though I know this guy had nothing but sex on his mind, it was a bit of a compliment that he was trying to get me drunk to get that blowjob, even as twisted as that is. May I just add - this is the first man to ever intentionally try to get me drunk for the purposes of sex, which I am laughing about now, lol!
After that last shot of Hot 100, the rest of the night gets a bit fuzzy. I remember leaving the bar, and before heading out to breakfast, somehow I ended up kissing BJ out in the parking lot, making him the 5th Kiss Victim in less than 4 weeks. I wish I could say whether or not he was a good kisser, but I honestly can't remember that well. I don't remember it giving me anything remotely like the tingles, but I also don't remember it being unpleasant either.
After that kiss, I remember sitting in Denny's. I was sitting next to another friend of BJ's who had shown up sometime that night. Beauty was sitting next to BJ. (Remember, Beauty has a crush on BJ.) I also remember thinking that I shouldn't have kissed BJ because of Beauty - it's just wrong to do that to a friend. Well, word has it that I laid my head on BJ's friend's shoulder and actually fell asleep, lol - which doesn't surprise me, given how drunk I was.
Here's where things get really fuzzy - somehow we ended up at the friend's house. I don't remember getting there, which sucks. I don't even remember paying my tab at Denny's. I do vaguely remember being at the friends house though. Apparently I hadn't had enough to drink that night, because BJ and his friend started serving me margaritas - very strong one's at that! But that's about all I remember.
I am not in the habit of drinking to the point of blacking out. You would think with all the alcohol I had in my system, I would have gotten really sick from it, but as I have said before, I can handle my alcohol pretty good. I don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad thing. I know what is 'bad" though - Bad is not having any recollection of what the hell happened while we were at the friends house, and not remembering the ride home. Bad is also still being drunk from the night before, at 1:30 in the afternoon the next day! Also very disturbing is the fact that I found my bra in my purse the next day, and I have no clue when or how it came off my body. If I had taken it off at home, it would have been on my dresser or on the floor. The fact that it was in my purse, means that it came off while I was out that night.
The next evening I asked Beauty what had happened the night before. She said we had a great time. Well, at least I enjoyed myself! She also said I managed to behave myself, and that I didn't do anything I would regret. When I asked her about the bra, she said that I took it off while were at the Love Shack. OMG! The Love Shack?!?!? Apparently, that's what the friend calls his house. She said that I announced that my bra just HAD to come off, then I took it off and stuffed it into my purse, proclaiming that taking it off felt almost as good as sex! That definitely sounds like something I would say - I just wish I remembered saying it, lol. Beauty also told me that I was flirting pretty heavily with BJ's friend while we were at his house, and that somewhere in there was an invitation to go back to his bedroom and watch porn which, like a good girl (HA!), I refused. I'm thinking maybe I should ask Beauty if I kissed the friend too, lol - because if I did, I don't remember a damn thing.
I'm also thinking I definitely made an ass out of myself that night. It is probably a good thing I will be out of commission for a while. Anymore kissing or alcohol, and I probably would have ended up doing something I did regret. I go into the hospital on Tuesday for my surgery. If all goes well, and it damn well better be the last of it, in about six weeks I should be good to go and able to have sex again. I can't wait! All I can say is bless the person who gets to have me for the first time in 5 months, because they are going to get the ride of their life! I can only hope they are ready and able to keep up! LOL
As for the kissing spree, it is currently on hold. Whether it continues after I'm all better, I don't know, but it was definitely fun while it lasted! ;)~ Where Mr. P & BJ are concerned, I'm going to forget they ever happened. I will, however, be keeping an eye out for Texas Dude, because I would like to meet up with him again, just to get to know him better. And where Trucker is concerned, I am looking forward to seeing him again! If I have my way, he is going to reap the benefits of my sex-frenzy after this surgery - after Hubby, of course, because bless his hard-on, he's been waiting patiently as long as I have. I have also decided that I am definitely going to explore the possibilities of some girlie-girlie action with Beauty!
I just love kissing!
For example, when I kiss my husband, his lips and tongue are always sort of stiff. Not that Hubby is a bad kisser, but his kisses also mimic his stiffness in bed (and I don't mean his hard-on, lol). It's like he can't relax and just go with the flow. Everything is sort of mechanical with him, and he doesn't explore much with his tongue, which is also sadly a reflection of his lack of imagination in bed. The good news is that I have enough imagination for the both of us, so life in our bedroom is never exactly boring as long as I keep the ideas flowing.
Then there is Sexy Man, who is an amazing kisser. His lips are relaxed, and his tongue always eager to explore. His tongue is also very flexible - oh my is it flexible! As kissers and lover's go, Sexy Man is at the very tip-top of my list! There was never a dull moment when Sexy Man and I were alone, with the best part being that he and I are equally imaginative in bed.
Well, I have been on a kissing spree as of late! How fun! I don't know if I can explain why I have felt a need to go on this little kissing spree, except I just felt like kissing these people. Maybe it is because I am looking for something more than what I have in my life right now. Maybe it is because I am lonely and just need physical contact. Maybe it's just because I'm really horny given the fact that I haven't had sex in three months. Or maybe it is because I am searching for that mind-blowing something that I had with Sexy Man, trying to recapture how he made me feel. I am not sure why, but I have enjoyed it. :)
Kiss #1 was on the first night I went out after all these long months of staying at home. I had a few drinks in me, and getting out and having a chance to socialize brought out the lioness in me. I was sitting with my friend at the country bar, relaxing and having a good time, and I was introduced to a new friend, whom we'll call "Beauty". Beauty is not particularly attractive, more plain than anything, but she is beautiful at the same time. She's very sweet, a little on the shy and reserved side, and maybe even a little naive, at least at first glance. She also has a very pretty smile. Something about her - I don't know what, but she and I really clicked. She got a full dose of me that first night as I shared some private things about my life with her and she, in turn, shared some secrets of her own with me. We ended up telling each other stuff that you wouldn't normally share with someone the first time you meet them.
At one point in the evening I couldn't help myself, and in front of everyone sitting there, I got up, stretched myself across our table, held her face in my hands and laid a hot and juicy kiss on her lips. She was very tasty! :) Somewhere between surprise and excitement, she said, "Oh my goodness!", lol - and then, to my surprise, she asked for another one. Yay! I had actually forgotten my kisses with Beauty until now, because that same night I was also flirting with Kiss Victim #2. Beauty lives right around the corner from me. Now that I think about it, I may have to explore the possibilities with Beauty!
Kiss Victim #2 was on the same night as my kisses with Beauty, and is the guy who thinks I have the personality of four blank walls. At the time, I thought it was a yummy kiss. Now, after recent events, he ain't all that! lol Of course, that's just the bitch in me saying that. He really wasn't a bad kisser, and I would have gone to "breakfast" at his house that night if I could have, but now I'm glad I didn't, for obvious reasons. I should have taken Beauty home and rocked her world instead - lol!
Then there was Kiss or be Kissed #3 - that would be Texas Dude. I really didn't have a choice with that kiss, because he grabbed me and kissed me before I had a chance to refuse, but that was a yummy kiss too. Actually, if Texas Dude hadn't been so drunk, I think the kiss would have been even better. The man gave me the tingles! I love the tingles! I am still keeping an eye out for Texas Dude, hoping we run into each other again. ;)
Kiss #4 happened this past Monday night - and this one was so totally ALL me! If you are reading all my posts, you will remember me mentioning the extra passenger we managed to pick up the night of that dreadful party. He was the first one to tell me to lighten up that night. At least he said it in a pleasant way. *sighs* A-N-Y-W-A-Y...
Last Monday night I finally managed to make it to karaoke, and it was at the country bar. My friend and I are just hanging out that night, not doing any major drinking, waiting for our turn to sing - we had been there for about an hour or so. About 10:30 we see our extra passenger guy (whom I will now call Trucker) walk into the bar. He sat down at the bar alone and had a drink. We didn't like the fact that he was sitting alone. Up to this point, aside from the night of the party, we really didn't know this guy, but he seemed nice enough so we invited him over to our table.
After having a chance to talk to him (this time he was sober - vs. the night of the party where he was pretty drunk), we found out that he really is a nice guy. We spent the rest of the evening with him talking and joking and hanging out. Actually, the talking between Trucker and I went more along the lines of flirting, while my friend was socializing with some other people she knew who were there that night. Well, the longer Trucker and I talked, the closer his chair got to mine, until eventually he might as well have been sitting on my lap, lol! Then he asked me to dance. I don't generally turn down a chance to dance, and by this point our flirting was becoming really obvious, so I of course said yes.
Trucker takes me out to the dance floor and while we're two-steppin' he does one of those numbers where I suddenly find myself enveloped in his arms from the front. With him behind me, holding me as close as he can and swaying in a really sexy kind of way, he whispers in my ear that he could stay like that all night. Oh my! (Insert tingle #1 *grins*) Then we go back to the table, again he's practically on my lap, and we keep talking and flirting - then he starts buying my drinks for me.
On a side note, when it comes to men buying me drinks, I have not had that honor too much in my life. I generally take care of myself when it comes to my drinks. Even Hubby won't pay for my drinks - he usually makes me carry the money, so I pay for my own. It's nice to have a man pay for my drinks for a change - makes me feel a little spoiled. :)
So, anyway, Trucker started buying my drinks at that point, and I ended up not having to pay for another drink the rest of the night. That was really nice. As we are sitting there talking, he's looking straight at me, and then he tells me I have the most amazing eyes. (Along comes tingle #2!) I blushed! He laughed at the fact that I blushed. Then he took me out to dance again, and didn't take long to do another one of those "cuddle" moments on the dance floor. We stayed like that for what seemed like a long time, and I felt very cozy.
I have to say - the quickest way into my pants is to touch the romantic in me, and this guy was working all the right moves! By the end of the night I really wanted to feel this guys bare hands on my body! On that note, closing time had arrived, and as we are leaving I turned to Trucker, grabbed his hand, and ran his fingers down the center of my bare chest while I kissed him. (Another one of those moments where I just couldn't help myself!) I was wearing a very low-cut, all-cleavage kind of shirt that night, so his fingers ran down the center of my double-D breasts being held in by a great push-up bra. It felt damn good to feel a man's hands on my skin! And the kiss, well, it was one of surprise on his part, but he didn't refuse, lol
Then we go outside to leave and he grabs my hand and draws me to him, asking if he can have another one. I didn't hesitate to kiss him again. :) After the second kiss, I said regrettably that I had to go because my ride was leaving. He tells me that it's not often that he finds a woman that is such a great kisser, and pulls me to him and kisses me again. (TINGLE-TINGLE-TINGLE!!!!!) As I'm pulling away to leave, he asks me if we really need to stop there? I said yes because I really had to get home, but we have agreed that we will meet again. YUMMY!
All I can say is this next surgery better be the last, because I truly don't know how much more I can take of not being able to have sex! My toy box just isn't cutting it anymore - I NEED TO GET PHYSICAL!
So far, that is four kisses in three weeks, and it isn't over just yet. ;)
Wednesday night was ladies night, so my friends and I went down to the country bar. This was actually supposed to be my last night out before my surgery, when I will be temporarily out of commission again for the next few weeks. Given that, I had every intention of going out that night and having a great time!
The beginning of ladies night started out with Beauty wanting us to sit with this guy she has a crush on. Interestingly enough, this guy just happens to also be the best friend of the guy who won't touch me because I'm married (who we will now refer to as "Mr. Personality" or Mr. P for short, because he is the very same one who said I have the personality of four blanks walls!) Great! Right? Already my night is starting out with a glitch. I told my friend that I wasn't sitting next to Mr. P, so to appease us both, I sat next to her crush, who we will call BJ (which you will understand in minute), and she sat next to Mr. P. (By the way, Mr. P has actually turned into a real dick! He wouldn't even acknowledge my existence that night.)
Ladies night at our bar comes with this cute little paper bracelet that shows you've paid your $10 for your drinks, so I got my bracelet, and my first drink, sucked that down, then got another. Then I sucked that one down and went for a shot of tequila. I was in need of a serious mood boost, because Mr. P's presence was bumming me out. Two drinks and a shot of tequila later, I was starting to get that warm fuzzy view of things, like maybe there was hope for the night yet. Then BJ turns to me and says I really should try a shot of Hot 100. When the waitress rolled around again, I ordered another drink and a two shots of Hot 100 - one for me, and one for BJ. It turns out that Hot 100 is 100 proof cinnamon schnapp's, which is pretty tasty. Well, this shot actually put me in a better mood too, because right after BJ and I did the shot, Mr. P decided to go home because he had to work in the morning. (Poor baby! *she says dripping with sarcasm*) I was so glad he left - it was a definite mood booster, lol
After Mr. P left, I asked BJ what Mr. P's deal was. He said he didn't know, but that he mentioned the "four blank walls" to Mr. P, and Mr. P was really drunk that night and doesn't remember making that comment. Yea, right! That's why he's Mr. Personality himself and won't even talk to me, right? Anyway, after that BJ and I got to talking about nothing in particular when all the sudden the conversation at the table turns to talking about sex.
Why does everyone always end up talking about sex with me? Given that I can't have intercourse right now, I swear they are doing it just to torcher me!
Well, the conversation started to go in the direction of blowjobs, and suddenly everyone is admitting how horny they are - me included. The alcohol was really beginning to kick in at this point, and I opened my big mouth and made a comment about how blowjobs can be very yummy, and BJ says he wished women didn't have that gag reflex. Then I piped in about how blowjobs are all about technique. BJ turns to me and asks me if I have a gag reflex. I told him everyone has the gag reflex, but that its all about relaxing the throat - again, it's all about the technique.
Now I have to tell you that I don't really find BJ to be that attractive. He's a nice guy, and he's got killer blue eyes, but for the most part, he's tall, overweight, kind of sloppy in appearance, and a bit self-centered and cocky, for lack of a better word. In short, he would never make my top 10 list of people to have sex with. He is also about 12 years younger than me, and the age difference is really apparent in the maturity department, but here I am having this conversation about blowjobs with him.
Have you ever noticed how talking about sex tends to make the horny-mones kick into high gear? Or is it just me? Talks about sex really make me horny as hell.
At that point I was ready for another shot, so I ordered a round of Hot 100 for the whole table. Cheers to great sex! We all downed our shots, and BJ looks at me and tells me I've got him really curious, and that he wants to know what my blowjobs are "really" like. I asked him what I was going to get out of the deal, and he says, "satisfaction for a job well done!" HA! I told him that I don't honor men with blowjob just for the hell of it, and that I have to be in the mood to give a blowjob. (It is fair to say that when I am in the mood to give one, I do enjoy them as much as the receiver.) Then I said I expected some pleasure of my own, and that wasn't going to be possible right now given my medical situation.
This particular conversation starts to drop off and go into other directions. The alcohol is going down pretty easy, and we're all laughing and joking around. Then BJ whispers in my ear, "What do I have to do to get you to give me a blowjob?" I laughed at this, and he says, "I'm serious." Doh! Again, I love to flirt, but I can feel this conversation going beyond the flirting stage, and at this point my buzz is turning into an all-out-drunk. To get myself out of this one, I decided to explain to BJ about my medical situation and that sex with him just wasn't going to be possible. Then I added, "I'm married, remember?" That didn't phase him, and he says, "I'll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what I have to do to feel your lips wrapped around my cock." I said it would take a lot more than simply asking me to do it, and that I wasn't about to give him head just because he was begging me to - there would have to be some mutual satisfaction from it. Of course, he says he's all about "eating at the Y". Keep in mind that I'm really drunk at this point, and I'm also super horny. Alcohol and horny are a wicked combination for me, and usually tend to lead to some serious yearnings to get laid. Unfortunately, there was one final blow to the whole conversation - I told him I was having my period, which I really was, and unless he was ready to earn his red wings, it was time to drop the conversation. Well, I guess he wasn't willing to do "anything", because he said he wasn't in to that. I'm thinking, thank goodness. We can finally drop this conversation, and I turned and started talking to Beauty. When I turn back around, sitting in front of me was another shot of Hot 100, compliments of BJ.
Crap! I really didn't need another shot. I was already drunk - but I'm not usually one to look wimpy and turn down a drink, so I did the shot. Not long after, he buys yet another shot of Hot 100 - and then he buys a third, which is actually my 5th shot of this stuff, on top of the tequila and the mixed drinks I had. Now I'm not just drunk, I'm wasted! And we all know what BJ was trying to do - obviously he was hoping if he got me drunk enough, he'd get his desire fulfilled. The man was desperate for a blowjob!
I have to admit that in some weird way, even though I know this guy had nothing but sex on his mind, it was a bit of a compliment that he was trying to get me drunk to get that blowjob, even as twisted as that is. May I just add - this is the first man to ever intentionally try to get me drunk for the purposes of sex, which I am laughing about now, lol!
After that last shot of Hot 100, the rest of the night gets a bit fuzzy. I remember leaving the bar, and before heading out to breakfast, somehow I ended up kissing BJ out in the parking lot, making him the 5th Kiss Victim in less than 4 weeks. I wish I could say whether or not he was a good kisser, but I honestly can't remember that well. I don't remember it giving me anything remotely like the tingles, but I also don't remember it being unpleasant either.
After that kiss, I remember sitting in Denny's. I was sitting next to another friend of BJ's who had shown up sometime that night. Beauty was sitting next to BJ. (Remember, Beauty has a crush on BJ.) I also remember thinking that I shouldn't have kissed BJ because of Beauty - it's just wrong to do that to a friend. Well, word has it that I laid my head on BJ's friend's shoulder and actually fell asleep, lol - which doesn't surprise me, given how drunk I was.
Here's where things get really fuzzy - somehow we ended up at the friend's house. I don't remember getting there, which sucks. I don't even remember paying my tab at Denny's. I do vaguely remember being at the friends house though. Apparently I hadn't had enough to drink that night, because BJ and his friend started serving me margaritas - very strong one's at that! But that's about all I remember.
I am not in the habit of drinking to the point of blacking out. You would think with all the alcohol I had in my system, I would have gotten really sick from it, but as I have said before, I can handle my alcohol pretty good. I don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad thing. I know what is 'bad" though - Bad is not having any recollection of what the hell happened while we were at the friends house, and not remembering the ride home. Bad is also still being drunk from the night before, at 1:30 in the afternoon the next day! Also very disturbing is the fact that I found my bra in my purse the next day, and I have no clue when or how it came off my body. If I had taken it off at home, it would have been on my dresser or on the floor. The fact that it was in my purse, means that it came off while I was out that night.
The next evening I asked Beauty what had happened the night before. She said we had a great time. Well, at least I enjoyed myself! She also said I managed to behave myself, and that I didn't do anything I would regret. When I asked her about the bra, she said that I took it off while were at the Love Shack. OMG! The Love Shack?!?!? Apparently, that's what the friend calls his house. She said that I announced that my bra just HAD to come off, then I took it off and stuffed it into my purse, proclaiming that taking it off felt almost as good as sex! That definitely sounds like something I would say - I just wish I remembered saying it, lol. Beauty also told me that I was flirting pretty heavily with BJ's friend while we were at his house, and that somewhere in there was an invitation to go back to his bedroom and watch porn which, like a good girl (HA!), I refused. I'm thinking maybe I should ask Beauty if I kissed the friend too, lol - because if I did, I don't remember a damn thing.
I'm also thinking I definitely made an ass out of myself that night. It is probably a good thing I will be out of commission for a while. Anymore kissing or alcohol, and I probably would have ended up doing something I did regret. I go into the hospital on Tuesday for my surgery. If all goes well, and it damn well better be the last of it, in about six weeks I should be good to go and able to have sex again. I can't wait! All I can say is bless the person who gets to have me for the first time in 5 months, because they are going to get the ride of their life! I can only hope they are ready and able to keep up! LOL
As for the kissing spree, it is currently on hold. Whether it continues after I'm all better, I don't know, but it was definitely fun while it lasted! ;)~ Where Mr. P & BJ are concerned, I'm going to forget they ever happened. I will, however, be keeping an eye out for Texas Dude, because I would like to meet up with him again, just to get to know him better. And where Trucker is concerned, I am looking forward to seeing him again! If I have my way, he is going to reap the benefits of my sex-frenzy after this surgery - after Hubby, of course, because bless his hard-on, he's been waiting patiently as long as I have. I have also decided that I am definitely going to explore the possibilities of some girlie-girlie action with Beauty!
I just love kissing!
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