Bjork-worthy!

The nice thing about August, even in lower Manhattan, you can hear crickets chirping in the middle of the night. It's 3:30 am, the coffee I had with dinner is keeping me up, but not in that bad, agitated, way. Vespertine is playing, the crickets sound like they are part of the music, and I'm contemplating the evening. I dunno, I couldn't even do my "cynical" version well; it was a real nice evening. Sure, he won't ever become my husband, but I don't want to look at guys in terms of either husband material, or dismissable fuck-buddy status. I want to be more open-minded; I don't have a set of criteria that any potential friend, of whatever type, has to meet. Sure I talk about preferences (hairy guys, "natural" crotches, around my age, etc) but that's not set in stone. So, as the tunes play on the cheap CD player I have in my bedroom, and Frenchie's DNA is all over my torso, I find myself with a warm, pleasant feeling....

ok, you want the sex details? slurp slurp, squish squish; woah, not yet, i don't wanna just yet; ooooh, don't stop that; naw, go ahead, put both of them in there..... Seriously, we've done "it" twice before, and so nothing was a surprise, but it was more comfortable, yet intense; even more kissing and we took our time, stopping "at the edge" several times. But soon enough, contorted somewhere behind him, my face getting quite the aromatic rush of fresh sweaty hairyman, he didn't stop when I pleaded for him to, and within seconds he joined me, showering quite a bit all over me.... and then, we maneuvered over to the couch (we were somewhere on the floor near one of the mirrors at that "special" moment), and we layed together, talking, kissing lightly, him petting my chest, brushing my body hair with his soft, firm hands.....

Earlier, at dinner, sometime after he had explained a bit about his 2 relationships, and we were on to another topic, he looked at me and said "We haven't spent the night together yet". The implicatin quite clear, that he wants to, and expects to, at some time in the future. He has a gentle, warm manner, and I'm sure I'll get into that; it's been awhile for a sleepover, and he said he couldn't on a work night. He's away this weekend, so, I guess it'll happen sometime in September. His hands found their way under the table to my legs, gently carressing them as we talked about nothing.

So, I'm still keeping my options open, and yes, while he is quite Bjork-worthy, I hope to continue interviewing over the next couple of weeks..........