It started with a kiss. A funny kiss that didn’t make sense. A kiss that meant so much more, and stood simply as an open door. It started with a kiss, and that one little kiss, (and almost two years of emotional devotion (positive or negative, both parties must admit to thoughts of the other, although being only half the party, I can truly only speak for myself….))led to more than anyone expected.
The first kiss happened years ago, in a Las Vegas hotel only steps outside of an elevator, the first encounter merely around the corner. The 22nd is what I would refer to as our second encounter. That is where I leave the reminiscing, in the past. Except for the second encounter. It was new. fresh. and although the same in so many way, entirely different. Allow me to expand….
We never ended up going snowboarding. In fact, now that I think of it, I don’t really feel like that was ever his intention. NOt that I really give a fuck, like I said, I just wanna see the guy. But this was interesting because Normally he is very by the books, very, “oh this? this time?” then at that time we go and do, well, that. iThis time, I showed up and his windows were open. Not just metaphorically either! Oh no, he has opened the windows of his home because “you have to have fresh air. Stale air is no good. No good at all,” to which I must agree with, and smile (inside, don’t let him know hahahhaha, fuckit too late) because that fresh air is so clean, and you can feel the difference, just on the patio with the screen door drawn.
I ring the bell.
No answer.
I ring again.
Nadda.
FUck it, I’m about to go in this bitch, and I call out in a sugary voice “I’m entering your casa, so…..beware…..”and then I try my hand at the door. Nope. Instead of being a normal girl, and going through the front door, I decide, “why not enter through the door he left open? Why not? Its already pretty much open right?” Grasping the screen door, I underestimate my own strength, ha ha ha, and end up throwing the whole fucking thing off track. Whatever, I break things. He is used to my awkwardness, at least I hope so, lord I hope he’s used to me breaking, bumping and just generally fucking things up. The lord Buddha did not create me as a gentle creature, and I have a habit of destroying all things I come in contact with, as many ex-boyfriends will testify to.
whoops.
He hears my lousy entrance and comes down the stairs like a man who knows his reckless careless and clumsy lover has just returned, wait, through his open door????GOD THE FUCKING BEAUTY BEHIND IT ALL.
no, just funny. I’m a little perved off some wine, I apologize, you are about to get the honest brutal ugly pretty careless reckless truth of that day, and I just don’t have the patience tonight to censor myself, not even a little just for myself tomorrow. I don’t even give a fuck. I’m just gonna, “Let It all Out”, as someone fancy would say about having two glasses of wine and then well, actually I don’t know where that whole story was headed so let me focus, and here we are back at our kiss. nope, past that. okay, no snowboarding, check, I break his door, check. Ahhhh yes. Three days before christmas he has to do a little shopping, which is fine, because he has already pretty much thought it all out and knows exactly what needs to be done. I’m down for whatever, so we go to Best buy to look for something…that something turned out to be a toaster, although ALL i wanted to do was touch his butt, (because i can’t help myself sometimes, I want to put my hands in his pockets and feel his firm little booty hahahah oh lord, here it comes), then we go to the mall, and I try my best not to kiss him and smooch him, (because keep in mind its only been a quick peck/mouth/cheek/smile/lips/hehehe/ 2nd kiss.
The day goes by and as much as I wanted to got to the snow with him, I wanted to come home from the snow with him. Nothing sexier than playing with someone you care about speeding down a mountain over beautiful california hills in sunny 50 degree weather, smiles, hot cocoa, and something about the whole get-up, the pants, the jacket, the goggles, it all makes me want to drop my panties and sit patiently on his bed, begging for I think you know what. Its that kind of thinking that gets you and your “significant other” pulled over on the side of the 210, fucking eachothers brains out in the back of his tinted SUV.
Boy did things go through my head on the way up that morning too, so a tad disappointed I didn’t get to see his trim little self in the “sexy time attire of my dreams”……

So after a little food, a little conversations, and a little sizing up, we go back to his house, to “chillax”, and well, I’m not quite sure right now how we ended up there, (thanks to the fine rioja provided by changs tonight, yumyumyum not quite on my diet plan, but still yumyumyum), well, I mean we drove, but i don’t think there was necessarily a pretense, or reason for going there. Just where we ended up. And then we were just watching TV on his couch when I caught a whiff of his Gautier. mmmmmm. I love good smelling men, and not just men who think they smell good, but men who intrinsically smell good, and the cologne only brings out the natural sexy scent, those pheromones, yes sexy pheromones that just keep me coming back for more. I’m laying with my head slightly on his chest, with his arms extended down my body, when I feel a little movement.
his hand took a breath, I swear, I felt it breathe right there. And then his fingers exhaled onto my skin, my stomach, only an inch of it revealed and available for contact. As he exhaled, his fingers gently slipped around me, and I snuggled closer to let him know he is what I want. His hand wanders a bit toward the titty region, and then quickly back down to grasp the hipbone, fingertips nearing pubic line. I have forgotten to breathe this whole time and as he grazes my fluff, I inhale deeply, back pressing into his chest, while my hand slides excitedly down his new body. the soft cloth of his boxers is always pleasing to my fingers, partially because of a minor obsession with soft things, and partially because of the thought of his hard thing pressed against such soft fabric, ohhhhhh…….I love contradiction. How exciting. Its like filthy words coming out of a beautiful woman’s mouth. Unexpected, and yet, exactly what you wanted to do and see and experience. You may never get to again….
As I rub my hand along his thigh and belly, my arm gently kisses his cock, just a rub by, just a tiny bit of pressure on the jeans. But enough to let him know I want to fuck his brains out.
he easily slides his fingers under the elastic of my pants, and suddenly, he is grabbing, grasping, and holding my butt. So being the horny little girl i am, I arch my back lustfully pushing my cheekers into his hands, beggin him for more.
He slips his fingers a touch lower. in between my cheeks and right under my thong, in fact, parting soft moist lips to pet what has long been his, my sweet juicy, excited state of being, existing entirely between my legs.
I reach into his pants for his throbbing cock, hoping that this is really going where I “FEEL” like it is going. I hope he takes me upstairs and fucks me till his neighbors complain.”
“FUck that, take me to the kitchen, and then you can let him eat cookies off your ass while he fucks you doggy style, just make sure he shares the whipped cream”
“RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW. PLEASE BABY TAKE ME”.
IN less than three seconds, all these thoughts run through my head, and just as I’m tunring to beg for him to fuck me like the champ I know he is, he demands I bend over for him and give him everything that we have both been going crazy for….”
hehehehheehhe……i need some water, and to finish my blunt while I proof read this. No censor. Just making sure I’m not a spelling idiot, or a grammatidiot, if you must make the words have sex as well you nasty fucker, hold on….

I take it back. I’m going to bed…..no mas tonight amigos

can you smell a trilogy?