The night I left the city

So on Monday night I called Tom, forget the Rules. Who needs the Rules when you can get a booty call before a week long trip to the parents’ home? Not me, and I’ve read the Rules because a girlfriend made me read it.

We set up a dinner date for Wednesday night at his place and when Wednesday arrived he called me to regretfully tell me he’d have to work late. A common occurrence in his line of work and I told him that I completely understood and offered to come over later and skip dinner. He paused and told me that he had to get back to work. Ten minutes later he called again to tell me that he liked my plan and would call again when he was on his way home.

At ten o’clock he called and had decided that he wanted to have more time with me than just in the bedroom. He asked, “I am right that I’m turning down sex?” I told him just that but he said he still wanted our date to be more than that so we rescheduled for Friday night and he offered to drive me to the airport in the morning to catch my flight. He said when I told him that I had a ride, “That way I get to spend more time with you and your friend will be happy to get to sleep in.”

I told you he was a sweet guy.

On Friday my cell phone was shut off due to my forgetting to pay my bill but I did not discover that fact until I got off work and needed to call Tom. So I had to go back to work to call in payment and get my phone back on. After an hour I managed to get a hold of Tom on my work line to find out what time he was getting off of work. And so I headed to his place with my luggage in tow.

When I arrived he served me salmon, asparagus risotto and a delicious greek salad with a lovely red wine. I felt spoiled and the night seemed perfect despite his lack of dinning table. We set on the floor and dined by his fireplace.

We watched the documentary the US Vs John Lennon but we ended up not finishing it and headed off to the bedroom to have sex twice and then I needed an actual shower as having sex on your period is a little messy.

I walked into the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror looking back at a beautiful naked woman. I’ve never ever thought of myself as beautiful. Pretty? Sure. Cute? Definitely, as that’s how most people describe me. But Beautiful? I think it was the first time I ever truly felt that way about myself.

Tom walked into the bathroom behind me and kissed my neck. It was hot and then he turned me around and told me I was beautiful and kissed me again.

We got into the shower and right before we gave new meaning to the yoga pose Down Dog he told me that he’s not interested or ready for a relationship. He acknowledged that was probably not the best time to talk about it. I reassured him that I too am not looking for a relationship and am merely looking to explore my sexuality. I placed my hands comfortably on his chest and said, “I may look like relationship girl, but I am NOT relationship girl. I’m just rediscovering my sexuality and you’re a part of that.”

Five AM came way too fast and we threw on some clothes and headed to the airport close to his home.

My night with Tom

He drove me to his place and introduced me to his dog, an energetic yet well behaved Staffordshire Bull Terrier, Bud. We played with Bud for a little while and then I could tell he wasn’t sure what would happen next and he led me to the bedroom where we kissed for the first time.

I have to say he is a fantastic kisser. He kisses just the way I like with nibbling, light lip sucking and some tongue. Too much info… just you wait.

He lit a couple of candles and helped me out of my clothes starting by going down without a word from me and the rest of the night went from there. Three hours later and a few water breaks, I had broken my two year dry spell and he had finally rebounded from his long-term relationship. It was incredible and everything I could have hoped for. My gut feeling that we were physically matched was still right on the money.

The thing I missed the most about sex is that moment between sex and sleep where I can wrap myself around him and hold him close to me with all his weight on me as if we were trying to become one person. And Tom seemed to know how much I needed that moment.

I actually fell asleep next to him, something that was harder for me in the past, I still tossed and turned a little but I did sleep. In the morning we awoke and were at it again. Ah, morning sex, the second thing I missed the most about having sex is waking up to it first thing.

We lounged for a while in his bed and enjoyed talking to one another. Well actually he did most of the talking. And when we realized that he didn’t have anything to offer me for breakfast but cereal with soy milk, and with my being allergic to soy, he drove me back to my car and made sure to get my number.

By the time I got home he called me. He was checking to see that I got home safe and sound, that I had his number in turn, to tell me that he really enjoyed our time together and hoped to see me again.

I too needed to see him again before I flew home to my parents for my week long vacation away from the big city.

on the Pub Crawl

Okay, first a brief description of the LA Metro Pub Crawl organized by a guy named Matt. We start off at a pizza place near a Metro Rail stop to prepare for a night of drinking and walking. We use the Metro Rail to get across town: One Stop, One Bar, One Drink: is the motto. And we visit LA’s pubs, dives, clubs and bars along the way. We usually hit about 5-6 in a night as the Metro Rail stops at 12:30am.

This was my third Pub Crawl and this time I was really ready to meet someone new. It took me a while to truly be ready and to really want to date again. In October I knew I was ready when my body screamed out to me, ‘find someone now!’

On my second Pub Crawl I met Tom, a big artistic type guy who looked tough on the outside but was sweet on the inside complete with mohawk and heavy gage earrings. He even offered to stay behind with us when one a the girls stopped for taquitos to make sure we were safe. I felt a connection with him but neither of us was ready to start anything new.

We met again on my third Pub Crawl and we both felt the connection again. Even though we mingled with the other people on the Crawl, we kept ending up talking to one another. It was at the Good Luck Bar that I knew he liked me. I walked in with Ted and we picked out a spot to sit down and he walked off to the bar. Tom deliberately moved Ted’s coat out of the way and sat right next to me. Before we left that bar I had my arms around both guys and they each had a hand on my knee.

Ray was right, just think about sex and men are drawn to you.

My friends were a bad influence on me and I broke my rule of one drink: every other bar and I started to get a little more buzzed than planned. Tom saw this as an opportunity and offered not once but three times that night that I could sleep it off at his place. And at the end of the night, I took him up on his offer.

All the while thinking about what was going on emotionally with Ray and knowing that we had no commitments to one another, I walked with Tom to his car.

Tom is a straight shooter like myself and wanted to lay it all on the line before we got to his place so he told me that he was nine months out of a seven year relationship with a girl who cheated on him. He was not looking for a relationship. I told him that I had no expectations, and I really didn’t, even for what might happen when we got to his place. I was determined to follow my motto for the night: Go with the Flow.

Curious Beyond Belief

So that night  I went to my room and snapped off a picture of me in my camisole and emailed it off to Ray in response to his payment of legal tender. I didn’t know if this is what he was looking for and being a rather shy girl, I kept my clothes on. (see my avatar for that photo) I titled the pic “tender.”

In return I got a sexy mirrored photo of his chest which showed off his arm tattoos and gave me a glimpse of how great a shape he is in. My interest was peaked and so was his. The momentum had begun and a series of photos followed.

He called the afternoon I was heading off to a Pub Crawl, knowing that one of my intentions of the night was to meet men. He claimed not to be a jealous man himself and in fact had coached me before he left on how to attract men, all I have to do is think about sex and men would be drawn to me. His reason for calling was much more personal than all that and he wanted to know how far we were going to take this game of ours.

“I’m willing to cross all the lines,” I teased, “but you already put a boundary on this when you told me that it wasn’t a good idea.” I stumped him with that, and I knew that I had used his own words against him. “But obviously I didn’t heed your advice or we wouldn’t be playing this game in the first place,” I replied. We talked a while longer about the writers’ strike, if he’d have a job when he returned, his trip to the ruins of Auschwitz the next day, and my plans for the evening ahead. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. And you know what I mean by that, right?” He added. I knew that he was giving me permission to flirt and more.

So I put on my new pink Chinese shirt, put a flower in my hair, and headed off to the infamous Pub Crawl.

It all started when

. . . Ray broke up with his girlfriend over her jealousy issues which was crazy because he was completely in love with her and had stopped flirting with all of us. Once the relationship was officially over he began flirting with me again as well as the other women we worked with. The flirting continued over the next month or two and I started to reciprocate the flirting. And before I knew it my sex drive had returned.

(I had a series of health issues including pre-cervical cancer with multiple trips to the gyno office with the words, “no sex for x weeks” each time I left. This all followed an eight month relationship with a younger man who was waiting to have sex till he was married. My sexual self confidence declined during my time with him. My sex drive was shot for a little more than a year. Nada, zippo, zilch sex drive.)

But there was Ray flirting with me and my confidence grew. I was also losing weight at the time and starting to feel a whole lot better about myself. He complimented, he gushed and he made me feel sexy again.

Due to my flirting he felt the need to let me know that working romances are a bad idea. “Yes, a very bad idea,” I responded. So to respect our working relationship I backed off from the game. He in turn had to travel for work and would be gone for three weeks and I would be gone for my vacation when he returned. Before he left he kept checking the dates to when we would physically see each other again. I knew he was interested.

He didn’t make it as far as the airport before he started flirting with me again through email via his phone. And the flirting continued on his journey around the world, and one night in Berlin he sent me an email telling me that he took some artistic photos of himself but he would need something in return.

I’ve never been the girl to take artistic photos of herself, especially sexy photos. But there I was intrigued by his exchange and curious beyond belief.

Freedom

After 2 years of blogging on another site and over time losing the anonymity that I now desire, I finally found a safe haven. It was tiring always trying to censor everything I wrote because too many of my friends and boyfriends could read it.

Now, Freedom!

I have so much to tell certain friends about my new adventures and to be able to do so without censorship is going to add to my new life and my need to share. Sorry I had to switch! I realized it’s not anonimity if I use my real name LOL! :blush:

More to follow . . .