Alright guys, so I've been kinda celibate for a while. Not like me at all.
Why?
Well, I've been caught up in this idea of "connecting". You know, actually meeting someone I like enough to spend the night with (and not hate them in the morning). Wanting to look at them, them look at me and have a truly deep understanding.
A sexual connection that is red hot. One that ties us together and is a little consuming.
It sounds like obsession, and I suppose that's not far off true.
I suppose something changed. I'll do my best to explain it.
The sheer act of things isn't enough. It's not that I want "vanilla" sex, with no twist or spice. Quite the opposite.
Punk offered to spank me. To put me over his knee and spank me. Hard too.
Truthfully? I want to be spanked. Hard. But not by Punk. By someone who when their hand lands firmly on my ass it stings in so many different ways. Where the moment is intoxicating. Where the thrill exceeds physical. The energy spanning into emotional and psychological thrills.
The subject of me sleeping with women has come up in several conversations lately with various people. Either in whispers of threesomes, or in the suggestions of a lesbian interaction.
I keep coming back to my old friend. Her light brown hair, her big hazel green eyes. Her cheeky smile. She was so beautiful. She was a tease. My darling girl loved to play, to tease. She was never sexier than when she was being a show pony. A true exhibitionist, a great lover. But also my friend.
I miss her terribly.
We haven't spoken in four months now. One day I'll write a blog about my time with Bee.
But for now, I just miss her.
Finally you're realizing that theres more depth to people and sexual interactions, that added level you've come to yearn for after the bland boring sub level sex you've had over the years with people you barely care about or forget over time. You should get in touch with that lost friend of yours, she sounds interesting ;)
ReplyDeleteHi badwolf,
DeleteI was wondering if I'd see you round here sometime :)
I suppose that's all true. You're right.
If she'd answer any one of the calls I'd made or messages I'd sent, I'd happily be in touch with her. The reason we're not talking isn't on my front. She doesn't want to speak to me.
As much as I might not like that, a "don't call me" warrants respecting.
SSB
miss me that much? :P
ReplyDeleteIt sucks about the situation between you and your friend, although respect for neglect is honourable eventually you'll have to break that to get through to your friend who may of softened up to give you a chance at a returning friendship.
You tell it straight up. I respect that.
DeleteMaybe you're right. Maybe one day she'll take my call. I'll write her story and post it here, and see how I feel about her then.
A pleasure as always,
SSB