Today’s Song: Crystallize – Lindsey Stirling
Famous person I’d like to fuck: Ada Lovelace
Fun Fact
I'd like to relive my first experience meeting someone out for a non-monogamous date. I guess I hadn't actually thought of it as a date, but actually just meeting someone new who I felt I had a friendly connection to (after only a few email correspondences and having listened to roughly 60 of his podcasts). I went to meet him in a hotel lobby bar, thinking it was going to be a pleasant conversation about entering into non-monogamy. Even with no expectations, I was so nervous. Shaking and stuttering, agonizing over every detail. At one point, it felt like it took a great deal of courage to just step out of the elevator doors and not go straight back up to my room. But I walked through the doors, turned the corner, and there he was. Looking a little nervous like me, he mentioned that he got turned around in his own city, and I was instantly at ease. I cannot exactly pinpoint why, but I speculated that it was because I felt he might be someone who was at least a little critical of himself, being that I am annoyingly critical of myself. We both told each other we were nervous, and that helped too. With a sexy red sectional couch up against the hotel lobby wall to set our stage, we decided to order glasses of two types of port wine. One he had tried before, and one he had not. I had tried neither before, but I knew I loved port. There was a significance in how we shared it, and I don't even think I was aware of it at the time. My nerves were running wild.
We chatted for a bit, I was fascinated by everything he said. I found it incredible how many of his opinions were exactly like mine. I think I was in shock really. I hadn't expected to have so many synchronous thoughts. I knew we had some things in common prior to meeting up, and that we might even become really close friends. Even those thoughts were quick to develop, and I had to think that just about anything could have happened, even finding out that there was some snag somewhere that would make being anymore than friends seem not as desirable. That couldn't have been further from the reality of the situation. I fell hard into deep like with him. He was perfect, I had no reservations about being deeply attracted to him. Nervous still, yes, but very attracted. I did relax, and he did make moves. Starting with asking if it was okay for him to make contact, a gentle brushing of his fingers on my back as I leaned toward him. He asked to kiss me, and I said yes. And at one point, I took an even bigger risk by moving all the way next to him and asked if it was all right for me to sort of snuggle up to his side as we continued to talk, and kiss, talk some more, kiss some more. It was so organic and natural. Not a single moment seemed forced or uncomfortable.
And so when the question came to go up to my room, open a bottle of wine and make our way to the hot tub, it seemed so very much like the greatest idea in the world. As he went to the bar to ask for a few glasses and have the bottle opened, I noticed his awesome and self-knit 4th Doctor scarf trailing on the ground, and he just seemed like one of the coolest people I'd ever met. As our night progress to this point, I think my cheeks began to hurt from the amount of smiling I had been doing. We went up to my room, and soon we were making out like we were in high school. I was giggling at all the silly moments, and getting really turned on, really quickly. Things progressed to talking about how we both play, and our safety talks were identical. We set each other at ease, and it was so seamless. The intensity of the mood increased for me because I knew he was someone who took safer sex just as seriously as I do. Even though some talk became clinical, my arousal only became stronger. Once we had said all we felt needed to be said about how we wanted to play, the safety concerns and precautions we take, the action quickly resumed.
I remember one particular move that I may never replicate, but I feel deserves mentioning. When I removed his belt, it was with the most awesome flick of the wrist movement and resulted in a resounding crack of the leather. And while it incited the giggles, it was the sound that was so hot to me. Around this point we were becoming less and less clothed, and I mentioned the sock gap. And we connected again. It was like every connection was a jolt of sexy electricity that was covering my whole body. Every inch of me felt so alive. I was trying to resist being shy, resist wondering how things might go sour. Once I let all the worries go (alright most of the worries), I was riding the super sexy vibe between us all the way to pleasure and a heightened erotic energy. It was amazing. We played for what seemed like hours, and then took a break for another glass of wine.
We planned to make a night time trip to the hot tub, and changed into our suits and headed out. I was there on business, and had a slight fear of running into coworkers who would of course know exactly what was going on because I felt like my mind could be read by anyone who looked at my face. We made it to the elevator and maybe shocked a man who did not expect to see people in their bathing suits when the elevator doors opened on his floor. The hot tub and pool was currently being enjoyed by others, but we went right in without hesitation. A move I might not have made on any other night. On any other night, I might have just gone back to my room to avoid any discomfort caused by their observation. It didn't take long before we had the hot tub to ourselves, however. Our conversation about all things awesome continued as we floated in the warm, highly chlorinated water. And I really could not get over all the things we agreed on, and all the ways we thought the same way. After hot tub time, we played even more, and again amazing mental and physical stimulation sent me over the moon…
