Thursday, September 29, 2005
Adventures with "D"
My partner D and I are headed out to meet one of our "new guys," as we call them. He had answered my ad of a few months ago on Craigslist, seeking a single male to join us in some fun. We have had difficulty in hooking up, as D's plans get changed often by his company, and he ends up out of town longer than we think he will be.
This new fellow is named D also. He is only 30, and with very limited experience, also with another couple. I am curious to know why they did not continue their meetings, but apparently they moved out of state.
We meet for drinks and nibbles at a Mexican restaurant in San Jose. D is a banker, which is why he did not want to send a head shot. D expresses a bit of uptightness over his bi side. Apparently he does not share this with many people he knows. He did send several racier pix, and we knew we liked what we saw. D is about six feet, 175, nice looking in a conservative kind of way. His heritage sounded rather interesting: his mom is Dutch, his father was from Indonesia. The man has a great tan, in a word.
D probably figures he can tolerate being "bi" for an evening in order to get with a woman. I really don't know why else he is here. My D is uncertain of his experience level. But D tells us he is willing to top us both, and provide me with the sandwich I am on the hunt for.
After the initial meeting for drinks, we go our separate ways. D is picking someone up at the airport, so we arrange a rendezvous at our place several days later.
We are joking among ourselves as to whether this D will show up. We think maybe we have scared him off. But he seems ready to drive down the peninsula from work.
We never hook up though, D's work in the bank ties him up until around 7, when he gives us a call to say he's still in San Mateo. We realize by the time he gets to us it will be late, then he has to drive back. So we mutually cancel the date. It may not ever occur, as both D's will be heading out for work on the road this coming Sunday. Not enough time for the dirty deeds we had in mind.
So D and I decide we'll have our own fun together anyway. I've had a couple of hits of pot. Sometimes it really spaces me out to the point where I am mostly useless to any sexual partner. Other times it seems to fire me up. Tonight I am somewhere in between.
I remember for several intense moments, when D was inside me, that I felt I was on this razor thin edge of sexual excitement. I stayed suspended there for what seemed like a long time, although it was probably only several minutes worth. What do the skateboard boys call it? "Grinding on the edge" I believe. Where the board itself rests on a rail, and the skater slides down it until he reaches the end. I am grinding on the edge, until I finally came. And then I thought I was going to pass out it was so intense. I have never passed out during sex, but this time was close. Lovely lovely and more lovely.
I am going to miss D. For fifteen years of togetherness, it seems our sex life is better than ever.
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This new fellow is named D also. He is only 30, and with very limited experience, also with another couple. I am curious to know why they did not continue their meetings, but apparently they moved out of state.
We meet for drinks and nibbles at a Mexican restaurant in San Jose. D is a banker, which is why he did not want to send a head shot. D expresses a bit of uptightness over his bi side. Apparently he does not share this with many people he knows. He did send several racier pix, and we knew we liked what we saw. D is about six feet, 175, nice looking in a conservative kind of way. His heritage sounded rather interesting: his mom is Dutch, his father was from Indonesia. The man has a great tan, in a word.
D probably figures he can tolerate being "bi" for an evening in order to get with a woman. I really don't know why else he is here. My D is uncertain of his experience level. But D tells us he is willing to top us both, and provide me with the sandwich I am on the hunt for.
After the initial meeting for drinks, we go our separate ways. D is picking someone up at the airport, so we arrange a rendezvous at our place several days later.
We are joking among ourselves as to whether this D will show up. We think maybe we have scared him off. But he seems ready to drive down the peninsula from work.
We never hook up though, D's work in the bank ties him up until around 7, when he gives us a call to say he's still in San Mateo. We realize by the time he gets to us it will be late, then he has to drive back. So we mutually cancel the date. It may not ever occur, as both D's will be heading out for work on the road this coming Sunday. Not enough time for the dirty deeds we had in mind.
So D and I decide we'll have our own fun together anyway. I've had a couple of hits of pot. Sometimes it really spaces me out to the point where I am mostly useless to any sexual partner. Other times it seems to fire me up. Tonight I am somewhere in between.
I remember for several intense moments, when D was inside me, that I felt I was on this razor thin edge of sexual excitement. I stayed suspended there for what seemed like a long time, although it was probably only several minutes worth. What do the skateboard boys call it? "Grinding on the edge" I believe. Where the board itself rests on a rail, and the skater slides down it until he reaches the end. I am grinding on the edge, until I finally came. And then I thought I was going to pass out it was so intense. I have never passed out during sex, but this time was close. Lovely lovely and more lovely.
I am going to miss D. For fifteen years of togetherness, it seems our sex life is better than ever.
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