2004-04-19
6:28 p.m.

synopsis

I'm sooooo backed up in this diary! So much has happened, so many thoughts, the deck chairs on the Titanic have been rearranged so many times... I have tons of other shit I have to do too though. :-(

Should I synopsify? I want to prose out so many things! But time is not something I have right now. I'm overwhelmed with it all too. Over-overwhelmed actually. Plus I have other things to vent/share.

Wednesday was travel and Mike. I want to write more about Mike, or more particularly all the questions answered and raised by that experience, but that will have to be later. The down and dirty is that he arrived on time, to the minute, and was way hotter than his pics suggested. He had the most perfect flattop and I couldn't keep my hands off of it. Head velvet is SUCH a turn on for me! Maybe because it's so masculine (even on Annie Lennox -- but her music speaks to me and.... another story). In sum it seemed to me that he expected me to be just another john. That's the way he approached me anyway, even though in our email convos I told him my great kink is wanting to be loved on. Maybe he hadn't understood what I meant by that. My guess is that he hadn't encountered a john who didn't want anything other than a hot fuck and had no idea what to do with this 'kink'.

I'm about to launch into a full description of what happened, and I will eventually if wanted, but I want to shove through my missing time/time missing vis-�-vis this diary, or this entry I should say.

I was in complete control. We lay on the bed, my head on his clothed chest. He kept trying to be porn-fick-quality-hottie. I got him to understand that that was not why I'd asked him for his time. I explained how and why he was to be an exorcist.

I wax prose again. Sorry.

All of him physically was totally not JWB, except for his dick. Same girth, but a bit longer. We made out a bit, but his kisses were more aggressive than sensuous. He got me wet, or the memories he provoked did, but hardly like JWB could. garden VS fire hose. Yet I never had an erection. The clothes eventually came off, the not quite right making out continued, I went down on him for a bit, rimmed him for a bit, then asked him to open me up and fuck me. He did. It hurt. First I rode him, then missionary, the spooning from behind. At that last position I cried silently. Not convulsively, just tears. Mike sensed it, went deep, stayed there and asked if I was ok, emotionally, not physically. (Physically, BTW, he can pile drive fuck like I've never been fucked before! New experience!) He asked if I wanted him to pull out and cum on me. I said no. He continued and came real hard. I reached around to hold his ass gently to keep him inside. He held me close. It had been 2 hours. He said he needed to go. I said I hadn't intended for him to stay so long. We went to the bathroom to clean ourselves and each other up, came out, he got dressed, I pointed out the envelope I'd prepared for him on the desk, and off he went. (He was about to go without asking for money. Does that mean something?)

At some point during our fucking we got talking about plumbing. I mean plumbing. I think I was riding him at the time. He's renovating a house and we talked about plumbing. Wiring too. There were things he didn't know how to do and I explained.

I didn't mean to go on about that. The things that resulted from it need more exploration than what physically happened.

My Saturday night date was amazing. The man was tall, lean, handsome, his fresh crewcut had my drooling to boot, but best of all was his presence. He was gentle, articulate, all that I could ask for. The nervousness and awkwardness I had feared were unfounded. I felt immediately at ease with him, part feeling that I'd always known him, part feeling that I never did but deperately wanted to. The sexual tension I anticipated was there in a very subtle way. I thought he was strikingly attractive, but rather than having the urge to just jump his bones I had a longing to be alone with him, quiet, just to spoon up to have a nap together. I felt comfortable with him.

The whole evening was rather charmed. As blind dates go, it would have been off the charts. This was more of a partially sighted/first date, and as they would go, it was still outstanding. We had fun, enjoyed each other's company, yet from the beginning all kinds of canonically 'romantic' shit was going on. Were we not already involved, I think digits would have been exchanged and another date would be in order. He's truly a catch and someone is very lucky.

Sunday's return was hell, but I had great reception when I got home.

Today was a JWB day. I'm a bit bummed. I miss him. I worry for him.

Life would be so much easier if I were shallow.

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