Mr. 507 (five-Ohhhhhh-seven!) did indeed “come over” last night. Twice in fact… almost three times. *wink* And really all I can say is:
I haven’t had sex like this in quite some time. And it wasn’t really even the sex part, it was the ‘everything else’ part.
First of all, let me just say he is every bit as fukushima hot in person. Blond hair, blue eyes, great smile, bearded, broad and hairy chested, with thick and powerful legs. Seriously my type.
The kissing was fantastic. Which started immediately upon his arrival.
The “lower kissing” and touching and exploring was also pretty damn incredible.
I’m not going to go into all the sexual details– suffice it to say that we threw each other around my bed with enough vigor to slide it all around my hardwood floors.
I will say this much. He LOVED the view of me on all fours, chest down. And I loved providing him with that view.
And yes, he lived up to his boast and we did it twice. Well, technically two and a half times- we just never proper finished the third one.
But the best part was the lounging afterward. And the talking. And the additional kissing. And the learning about each other. And the discovery all of our common interests (he’s a former band geek and we have similar experiences in travel, religion, art, etc.)
I can’t honestly remember the last time I connected with someone like that.
The audition process was a success for each of us. He wandered back to his place after about 3 hours or so, after assuring me that we would be doing this again. Not all the time, mind you. But when our schedules allowed (he travels… a lot).
As he left, I told him he could come down and borrow a cup of sex any time he wanted. He laughed and said “Or maybe a tablespoon or two of some… sugar.”