Four things that start with M that made my toes curl and made me say just that – mmmm.
I have done it again. I snuck out of my house at one o’clock in the morning to meet a guy. From the same website (LPSG) on which I met the previous guy. However, this experience was far, far better than I can possibly put into words. But I’m sure as hell going to try!
He found me on LPSG, found this blog, and then proceeded to find me on Facebook where he messaged me and we started chatting. I was immensely impressed that he took so many steps to find me. And I was, interestingly, not creeped out by it at all, especially after we started talking. We have many, many things in common. We are both musicians, he has been playing piano for much of his life, which by the way is a trait that not only appeals to me psychologically, but physically as well. It boils down to the fact that he has strong and gentle hands, and he knows how to use them. And of course that he has an understanding of classical music and how it can affect the heart, body and soul without my having to explain that it means a great deal to me.
We are also both geekish, which is a quality I prize. I pride myself in my geekiness. I’m not a computer geek by any stretch of the imagination – if my Mac explodes, I’m taking it to the Apple Store and the Genius Bar just like any other average Joe – but I like sci-fi, and the paranormal, and literature and history, and many other geeky things and I wear that badge with pride! So to find someone who has at least some of the geeky qualities I have is an excellent bonus!
There are myriad other small things that we have in common that just gave me a really good feeling about meeting him. So, originally we had planned to meet in a couple of days. But on a whim we ended up meeting that very same night. He drove his classic Mercedes over to my place and I snuck out again, and we found a dark street to go to and park his car and smoke a lot of pot and make out.
We started by smoking some of the excellent Humboldt marijuana I had been given as a gift (hey, why waste it right?), getting extremely high and then leaning our plush leather seats back to relax and chat.
There is always that moment, when the mood changes. When things go from light-hearted banter and silliness to sultry and seductive. When you both know you want something to happen; when you know what you want and you wait for one or the other to make a move. I can feel it in the atmosphere: the air gets charged up like someone ran an electrical surge through the area and I get this beautiful knot of anticipation in my stomach.
And that is when he leaned over me and kissed me with large, soft, gentle lips and a tongue that was powerful and strong. The combination was a heady mixture that I found addicting. Just recalling it makes me warm all over again and makes my heartbeat speed up. I even remember saying to him that I couldn’t stop kissing him and he said back to me, “Is it my big, soft lips?” And I answered yes it was, but that it was that and his tongue. I loved the contradiction of gentle strength he exuded; a warrior in an artist’s body.
I know his hands were anxious to touch me, because my skin was desperate for his touch. I unzipped my velvet hoodie and let it fall open, knowing I was wearing only a bra. Quickly the bra came off, and his mouth was surrounding my erect nipple making me moan and my hands were thrust in his mass of silky black hair. He gave each breast equal attention, driving me crazy with his tongue and his lips and his hands.
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I have done it again. I snuck out of my house at one o’clock in the morning to meet a guy. From the same website (LPSG) on which I met the previous guy. However, this experience was far, far better than I can possibly put into words. But I’m sure as hell going to try!
He found me on LPSG, found this blog, and then proceeded to find me on Facebook where he messaged me and we started chatting. I was immensely impressed that he took so many steps to find me. And I was, interestingly, not creeped out by it at all, especially after we started talking. We have many, many things in common. We are both musicians, he has been playing piano for much of his life, which by the way is a trait that not only appeals to me psychologically, but physically as well. It boils down to the fact that he has strong and gentle hands, and he knows how to use them. And of course that he has an understanding of classical music and how it can affect the heart, body and soul without my having to explain that it means a great deal to me.
We are also both geekish, which is a quality I prize. I pride myself in my geekiness. I’m not a computer geek by any stretch of the imagination – if my Mac explodes, I’m taking it to the Apple Store and the Genius Bar just like any other average Joe – but I like sci-fi, and the paranormal, and literature and history, and many other geeky things and I wear that badge with pride! So to find someone who has at least some of the geeky qualities I have is an excellent bonus!
There are myriad other small things that we have in common that just gave me a really good feeling about meeting him. So, originally we had planned to meet in a couple of days. But on a whim we ended up meeting that very same night. He drove his classic Mercedes over to my place and I snuck out again, and we found a dark street to go to and park his car and smoke a lot of pot and make out.
We started by smoking some of the excellent Humboldt marijuana I had been given as a gift (hey, why waste it right?), getting extremely high and then leaning our plush leather seats back to relax and chat.
There is always that moment, when the mood changes. When things go from light-hearted banter and silliness to sultry and seductive. When you both know you want something to happen; when you know what you want and you wait for one or the other to make a move. I can feel it in the atmosphere: the air gets charged up like someone ran an electrical surge through the area and I get this beautiful knot of anticipation in my stomach.
And that is when he leaned over me and kissed me with large, soft, gentle lips and a tongue that was powerful and strong. The combination was a heady mixture that I found addicting. Just recalling it makes me warm all over again and makes my heartbeat speed up. I even remember saying to him that I couldn’t stop kissing him and he said back to me, “Is it my big, soft lips?” And I answered yes it was, but that it was that and his tongue. I loved the contradiction of gentle strength he exuded; a warrior in an artist’s body.
I know his hands were anxious to touch me, because my skin was desperate for his touch. I unzipped my velvet hoodie and let it fall open, knowing I was wearing only a bra. Quickly the bra came off, and his mouth was surrounding my erect nipple making me moan and my hands were thrust in his mass of silky black hair. He gave each breast equal attention, driving me crazy with his tongue and his lips and his hands.
To read the rest of this blog, please visit: http://sexual-napalm.pixieriot.net/?p=350
