no claims
So, I have this feeling that after last night, this is going to be one of those awkward 'have sex with me then never talk to me again' things...again. There is something seriously wrong with me. I'm feeling very ambivilant about what happened yesterday. I was so nervous, I couldn't believe it. We drank so much, the room was spinning. But I have to admit, he was pretty damn sexy. Any guy that shows up wearing chucks and a whole retro 50s thing will definitely get my attention. It's inevitable.
So anyway, I meet him at this seedy hotel (if you're doing seedy things, you gotta get the atmosphere right) and they take one look at us and send us away, haha. So we try three other places, and each time they get nicer and nicer so we're totally out of our element, not to mention looking highly suspicious all the while. Finally we end up at this amazing and gorgeous hotel where he spends $300 on a room. I tell him he's insane.
So we get to the room, and its pretty much amazing and we're still out of our element, so we start doing whiskey shots to take off the edge. And then he whisks out a Jack Kerouac book and asks me to read to him. This is basically like a dream for me. So I'm reading and he starts to touch my back in that way that you wish every boy would touch you. And I start to falter with my reading, now I'm really nervous but completely at ease at the same time. And then he takes the book from me and starts to read, and his voice was so intoxicating, like listening to Kerouac himself, and we switch off from time to time, taking breaks to drink Fosters.
And before we know it, clothes are coming off, and we're under sheets reading Kerouac. I could have fallen asleep right then and there sandwiched in between him and the book and his voice. I don't remember what happened quite after that because I was swimming in a head full of alcohol, but I do know we were kissing, and it was really intense. We pretty much did everything I can think of, it was pretty crazy, and took like three or more hours. I've never enjoyed giving oral as much as I did then. And we all know my issues with that.
We also took a bath together, it was so fun. I think that's when I started to sober up. And it washed off all the alcohol and sweat that had accumulated over the afternoon. I looked like major shit though, kind of like I was stoned. We kind of hung out after that and talked, although, I can't really remember what we talked about. I hope I didn't blabber on like an idiot.
And then we left, suspiciously checking out early. We took a train to 15th street and found his car and he drove me home. Although, Den had beat me home...so we I had to get out around the corner...
Man, this shit is intense. I really hope we keep hanging out though. He's got this great beatnik vibe that I really dig. I just hope last night didn't fuck everything up.
Like I told him last night: No claims = no regrets.
So anyway, I meet him at this seedy hotel (if you're doing seedy things, you gotta get the atmosphere right) and they take one look at us and send us away, haha. So we try three other places, and each time they get nicer and nicer so we're totally out of our element, not to mention looking highly suspicious all the while. Finally we end up at this amazing and gorgeous hotel where he spends $300 on a room. I tell him he's insane.
So we get to the room, and its pretty much amazing and we're still out of our element, so we start doing whiskey shots to take off the edge. And then he whisks out a Jack Kerouac book and asks me to read to him. This is basically like a dream for me. So I'm reading and he starts to touch my back in that way that you wish every boy would touch you. And I start to falter with my reading, now I'm really nervous but completely at ease at the same time. And then he takes the book from me and starts to read, and his voice was so intoxicating, like listening to Kerouac himself, and we switch off from time to time, taking breaks to drink Fosters.
And before we know it, clothes are coming off, and we're under sheets reading Kerouac. I could have fallen asleep right then and there sandwiched in between him and the book and his voice. I don't remember what happened quite after that because I was swimming in a head full of alcohol, but I do know we were kissing, and it was really intense. We pretty much did everything I can think of, it was pretty crazy, and took like three or more hours. I've never enjoyed giving oral as much as I did then. And we all know my issues with that.
We also took a bath together, it was so fun. I think that's when I started to sober up. And it washed off all the alcohol and sweat that had accumulated over the afternoon. I looked like major shit though, kind of like I was stoned. We kind of hung out after that and talked, although, I can't really remember what we talked about. I hope I didn't blabber on like an idiot.
And then we left, suspiciously checking out early. We took a train to 15th street and found his car and he drove me home. Although, Den had beat me home...so we I had to get out around the corner...
Man, this shit is intense. I really hope we keep hanging out though. He's got this great beatnik vibe that I really dig. I just hope last night didn't fuck everything up.
Like I told him last night: No claims = no regrets.