What the fuck WAS THAT?
Yesterday I was crying outside of Trader Joe’s, and when I returned home, there was an email from the one cute guy I liked on OkCupid that lived in Highland Park and was in an open marriage. He could see me tomorrow night. Did I want to meet in a local bar?
I said yes. I felt slightly duplicitous because I was no longer technically Poly, but what the fuck, what did I have to lose by meeting him? Nothing. So I went.
And oh my lord.
Something about this guy….oh man. My body is on fire.
He was nervous at first, so was I. I could barely hear him. But I wanted to be near him. I wanted to touch him. His eyes. I was drawn into his eyes.
He has a face that…I don’t know how to describe it.
There is something I can’t quite put my finger on.
I gave him a ride to his car and he asked, awkwardly, if he could give me a kiss. I said yes. Thinking it wouldn’t be…what it was.
What the fuck?
His smell. His skin. His lips. His eyes. His hands. He touched my whole body. He kissed my nipples. I felt everything. To the tips of my toes.
It was a kiss to end all kisses.
Immediately I was in another world.
Felt like I was on ecstasy.
Touching him feels ecstatic.
I want to be naked with him, like now.
That is all I can say. Is HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT!!
I have not felt this turned on this alive this aware of my body in years.
We made out like teenagers in my car for over an hour.
When I came home, My Husband was asleep.
I crawled into bed with a huge motherfucking smile on my face.
I still had it.