One in my hand, two in his bush.

It’s funny how life works sometimes. The world is such a small place. As big as you want to think it is. 

I went on a date recently. And it was a wonderful date.  We clicked and the flow of conversation was effortless. Which is always a plus. 

We met downtown, to figure out what we wanted to do before he had work later that night. We decided to get ice cream for a snack and do dinner/drinks later. When we got to Coldstone, we both sampled an ice cream; right off the bat, he was willing to share his sample with me and we both took half bites and switched.  Which is a super plus in my book, because I’m all about sharing when I’m eating. Most guys would just say, “Nah, I’m okay.”. After selecting, we sat in the middle of downtown and shared stories and got to know each other. 

Later we had dinner and complimentary drinks thanks to a friend.  We got drunk though we shouldn’t have cause he worked in a few hours. Being drunk as we were, we held hands and walked down the street. <3. We eventually went to the usual spot to go dance and his dancing style reminded me of me, not knowing what we were doing yet do our own thing. On the dance floor, we got close and gave each other a kiss. Or two. Or three. And maybe a make out session on the dance floor.  

Time for him to head back home which I was obliged to take him. We parked with some time to spare and cuddled in the back of my car. I felt his hardon push on me and I couldn’t help but to shove my hand down his pants to feel his uncut cock. While my hand was down there, I took my finger and slid it around his uncut dick to collect some precum; with my precummed fingers, I brought it to our mouths and made out with his precum. 

We didn’t finish.  We just sampled. And hug hug hug. And off to work he went.

That was an example of a great date in my book. Good flow of convo, food, drinks, some sexual activity, dancing, cuddling, kissing and holding hands.   Usually, it just stops after coffee and my date end till next time. 

So why did I mention what a small world this was? After I dropped him off, I went back out for some nighttime debauchery. A friend that I met up with inquired about my day which I was very much obliged to tell him about my great date. AND THEN, he asked me, “is his name____ and does he work at ____”.  =O =O =O “I’ve been on several dates with him recently too!  Didn’t you see my instagram?”. (which I guess I accidentally skipped). 

So I didn’t know how to feel or react. I’m still feeling on the fence with the situation. I would find the someone that I clicked so well with, who has gone out with my friend 3-4 times!  -_- 

Idk where it will go, but I did go on a short coffee date with him today. =P and it was still pleasant. Even after discussing about the situation and what not.

Mirage

The other day, I had the most wonderful night hookup.  But it felt so wonderful and I left feeling with a smile on my face; which makes me wonder if it was all too good to be true. So far, I’ll say yes.  Granted, its only been a 2 days, but I just want some message from him saying that he felt the same way I did.  

I met him on a4a and he told me to come over and he’d massage me cause I was sore from working out. (I already explained my issue with late night/midnight hookups).  When I finally get to his place, we hang out in his bed, he pops in a movie, i take off my jeans and lay in bed.  

He massages me as innocently as a late night hook up can be.  As he massage me, we talk about life and we get to know each other.  He compliments me and kisses me in sweet spots as he massages me.  Either it was the oil, the massage or the stimulating massage, but not only was my body feeling stimulated, but my mind was too.  

After that, it turns into a massage bait porn.  
http://themassagebait.com/ 
and I don’t hate it.  At one point, he was circuling around the bed to grab the condom.  while his raging large hardon was pointing him in the right direction ;)

He was gentle, he was rough. It was probably one of my best hookups.  After all the sex, sweating and out of breathe, we just laid next to each other; just laying in the moment.

In this moment, we discuss SOO much about our lives.  Who we are, where we come from, our theories in life, what we have accomplished, how we feel about hooking up, etc etc.  And honestly, it was the most honest, open, conversation I ever had with a hookup. He was encouraging and thought provoking. It was unlike any other. I fell in love with every word coming out of his mouth.  

AND that is why, I feel like it is too good to be true.  Why should I have so many good things in my life happen within a year. At one point in the night, he told me he always jumped into relationships quickly and he is just ready to slow it down till he meets the right guy.  Which is a double edge sword for me.   Maybe I already filled my good life karma qouta for the year?  

Wasn’t it just a hookup? I should expect so much, right?

Unbeknownst

Like any ole morning, I walk downstairs to have breakfast.  My dad already at the table doing his work on the laptop.  I sit down to have breakfast across from him and nom away.  As I start to select what to watch on TV, my dad says,

“WHAT IS THAT? *chuckle chuckle*, Is that a hickey?!”

And in my mind, I was in a semi shock.  I didn’t even know/realize that guy was sucking on my neck that hard.  I just confessed that it was a hickey and just said,

“woops, my bad.”

At least he knows his son still gets play. =P

Pressed for time.

Today I had a good cuddle/hookup sesh.

He was pressed for time, so it was a limited engagement.  Which is how I usually like it when I meet someone for the first time.  However, I actually liked the guy so I was a little sad that it ended early. 

No one got off, but there was some kissing, licking and sucking(but only of nipples).  It was pretty hot.  We cuddled and did all that good stuff.  

At one point, he was on his stomach.  I kissed and licked my way down his back.  My tongue glided down his back and under the waistband of his boxer briefs.  He shuddered and moaned in pleasure.  I took that as the sign to continue.  I slid his pants and boxers of slowly, following each inch off with a kiss/lick/and or bite.  His ass was smooth and bubbly.  I couldn’t help but to take a few good bites at his sweet ass.  When his ass was fully uncovered, I couldn’t help but to pause and admire it.  Then I gave it a nice SMACK! and he moaned and I giggled.  I proceeded to kiss and bite his butt slowly, tonguing my way to his hole. I rimmed him as he gave off little moans of pleasure.  With each lick, his hips and butt slowly rose higher and higher till he was practically on all fours.  I reached my hand around to stroke his dick as i continued to move my tongue in and out.  I worked my way out of his hole, down his taint, mouthing his balls, and eventually licking down the shaft to the tip of his dick.  His arms collapsed and he fell back down on the bed.  He flipped over to signaled me to lay down next to him.  With his head cocked back, he let out in a tired pleasured exhaustion, “that was aawwessomeee.”

We cuddled some more and what not after and our time was up.  Hopefully i get to see him again.  

Short and Not So Sweet

The Monday after Hunger Games came out, I went on a movie date. (Yes, I know I hate movie dates.  Yes, I did go against my better judgement. And finally, I told myself so *waves fingers*)

It was honestly a very short date.  Should I even consider a date?  What does a date comprise of anyways? Long story short, met him on Jack’d and he seemed interesting and cute enough.  We both shared interest of seeing the movie.  We planned to meet up at 9:10 - 9:20 the movie.  As per usual, I was early by 5 mins and someone else was late.  He texted/called apologizing for he lateness.  But lateness is lateness.  Strike 1. When he gets there, we greet, individually buy tickets, he buys snacks and coffee, we sit down. During/inbetween those instances, we would chat about our lives and somewhat get to know each other. ZZZzzzzzz

I enjoyed Hunger Games. The date, I did not.  In addition to his uninterestingness.  He put on way too much bad smelling cologne(strike 2) and he wore braces(though shallow, strike 3).  

He’s out. 

Magnum: Part 3

It may seem like I’m just slutting around, fucking to my hormonal desires; but there are times when a boy who sexed me catches my eye.  

Magnum, named for obvious reasons, is one of those guys.  And as you can tell by the title, this is my 3rd hangout/sex session with Magnum.  Honestly, when I had first met him, he was just going to be a hook up. But as sequence goes, there is conversation prior to the sex.  Through this conversation the first time, he actually turned out to be a viable candidate as to someone who actually peaks my interest. He was a driven, family oriented, culturally competent, traveler, sex enthusiast, and a magnum.  

However, as the semi sad story goes.  I don’t know where he stands when it comes to liking me.

The antecedent:
From first meeting to now, it has always been an off and on texting kind of thing.  We talk about our days and occasionally flirting, of course. I had actually backed off because I didn’t want to go gaga for a guy that might not be interested in me, sex or otherwise.  But, as luck would have it, he started messaging me and we set up our meeting. 

*In usual fashion, we would meet, chat, movie/cuddle, sex, nap and then part.

The In Between:
This time however, felt a tad different.  
Somewhere before the sex, during the movie, we on our sides facing each other and just staring at each other.  We just stared at each other, smiling and he would glide his hand along my face, tracing whatever he wanted from my eyebrows, my lips, the midburns/beard, and my cheekbones from smiling.  And then he kissed me and we went back to cuddling.

When the movie finished, we went straight to the fucking.  It’s been a while and it was great.  However, he came in the condom, though I much rather it in my face or mouth.  And then I got my rocks off as he teased me sucking my nipple.  It shot to his face and he flinched.  He looked at me with cum on his cheek and smiled. 

We cleaned off and I laid my head on his chest, falling asleep to his heavy breathe from the sex.  We napped.

Afterwords:
After our nap, he showers and rushes to get ready.  I already had known his mother would be arriving soon so I just did my thing and started to get ready.  By the time we are downstairs, assuming I would just be going home, he asked me, “Do you eat sushi?” 

And far from left field, we were going to dinner.  Dinner was good and the conversation was decent.  Maybe I was still in a haze of him actually taking me out to go eat.  I was pleasantly surprised. 

The Assessment:
As you can probably tell, I like the guy.  I don’t know how he feels about me.  Can a hookup turn into a viable relationship? I know the cards are stacked against me, but I think it can.  I know I might sound crazy, but if I can see the beauty in a hookup, can’t someone else?

All I know is, I have to keep my guard up while still allowing people to come in.

…and the quest continues.