Friday, May 21, 2010

I have a shiny new bauble.

I have been making it for the past month or so with this hot man. A strong body, great hands, and skills like no other. He has a knowledge and a lack of shame that I find so hard to resist.

See, I am a slow to open up in a way. I am sort of shy and awkward at first in bed. I lack a confidence. That is until you get me warmed up, but I can only go as far as my partner will take me. I am not really an initiator, an explorer, but I so want to be. I am sort of a good girl that wants to be bad. Nah. I am not really that good. Just inexperienced.

I have had what I consider to be a lot of sex in my life, but not a lot of right sex. I mostly never really got sex and seldom really enjoyed it. I am a pleaser and I get arousal from a man getting off, but still, when some guy is just grunting and thrusting on top of you and it sort of is uncomfortable, even when he climaxes, it isn't that thrilling.

I never really open my mouth and asked for what I want. I am too embarassed to. It shouldn't be that way though. Sex should be a shared experience. It is about intimacy and openness with another person. As I mature, I try to ask for this or that, but still I am so stifled by some sort of shame.

When I was with Ex, I would make suggestions or say things or maybe sort of venture into the realms of deviancy, but he wasn't really there with me. I mean in four years, he never really put his hands on my pussy and I can count the number of times he went down on me on one hand and the amount of minutes on the other. I mean he had some mean hip action, but that was about it for us.

Now this guy, this little play thing, is amazing. He makes me feel so sexy, and I want to be adventurous with him. I feel open and comfortable and a willing participant. I still don't think I am too vocal about what I want, but I don't really need to be. He just knows. It is like he was made out of sex clay just for ID.

Oh sure there are other admiral qualities about him. It isn't just the sex. We dig on similar music. He is interesting to talk to. I think he is well read and intelligent. He writes well. Speaks well. Makes me laugh. He can cook-a notable quality for a foody such as myself. But let me get back to the sex.

I am not an easy sell when it comes to the orgasm. Even when pleasuring myself at times it eludes me. I would love to shout from the rooftops that this cat has pulled off the biggest heist of the year, but no. Unfortunately, not yet. But he is one hell of a trier.

He has this amazing cock that like never goes away. I mean he orgasms and then can just keep right on going, without missing a beat. Who does that? I have never heard of that in my life. I have seen someone quick to recover. Remember Koala? Please out there, if you are reading this and you know of someone else with this phenomenon let me know. Most guys I have ever been with are like a bear that has been shot with a tranq dart once they come-Done, over and out. Not my little wrestler. He just keeps right on pushing, thrusting, flipping me over.

And that is another thing. The bed acrobatics. Ok. Have you ever been with someone and you want to go from one position to another. It is bumpy and awkward and the dick seems to slip out. Once again, this is mostly my experience. I don't know if it is because he did wrestle or what, but he will pull my leg, lift his hip and before I know I am on the bottom.

So, I don't know how long I get to keep my shiny bauble. I don't know if it is more than sex. Sometimes I think I am crushing on him so hard and sometimes I think I am just enjoying my bedroom time. He has a crazy new schedule since he took a graveyard shift job, so I don't really get to see him a whole lot outside of a few encounters here and there. It helps to keep things in perspective. Having really good sex with someone I think can make you feel closer than what you may be. I like him. I am for sure on that. Just how much? Who knows.

Late night 4X4 drive

Let me tell you. There are still some smooth cats out there who know how to impress a chica on a first date.

Last night, I had a dinner date with someone who has been sniffing around and showing some interest of the past few weeks or so. He cooked for me at his place.

He is an outdoorsy kind of guy, but not redneck. He doesn't own a television-hasn't for a long time. I like someone that is comfortable disconnecting from the mainstream. He has a son. I am learning that someone having kids doesn't bother me as much as it once did. His boy is eleven and actually looks like a pretty rad kid from all the pictures he has around. That was another thing. There were pictures of his family everywhere. It gave such a nice warm feeling to his house.

I arrive to a cute little cabin in the woods. The place was impeccable. Nothing was out of place. The bathrooms were spotless. The back deck looked out over the Prescott National Forest. With a cold Negro Modelo waiting for me, he asked me questions and told me about himself as he cooked steaks, potatoes and that salad i like so much with basil, tomatoes and mozzarella cheese. Dinner was simple but delicious.

He suggests a late night drive to a waterfall. How could a girl resist. We went crazy trekking up and down hills and over insane ravines and gullies that would have destroyed my little roller skate. His old Jeep made it just fine. Being a mechanic-a jack of all trades it seems really-he restored the vehicle himself. I find a man that knows his way around a car is pretty sexy. I laughed and enjoyed the entire ride. It was far better than a roller coaster. Finally we arrived at the end of the bumpy road, but we still had a bit more to go to get to the waterfall.

We hiked in a bit. Note to those out there: tipsy, late night hiking is dangerously fun. We finally arrived to this amazing spot where a gorgeous waterfall pounded the rocks and water. A swimming hole begged me to jump in, but the coolness of the evening and the water told me it was better not to. We sat in silence for long time, lying on our backs just watching the sky and listening to the water and the frogs as they sung to each other.

It was smooth. It was the best date I have been on in a long time. After a long while, a shared hand rolled cigarette and another Negro Modelo each, we headed back to the Jeep. When we got back to his house, dessert was ready-cooked pears in a ginger sugar glaze. Oh my. So good. This man has charm.

Handsome, simple, honest. These are my first impressions. When i was leaving he wrapped his arm around me and gave me a sweet and gentlemanly kiss on my lips. Perfect.

As first dates go, I give this one an 8.75.