The Mind and The Senses

I’ve apparently chosen the perfect day to have a date. The sun is out, the breeze is crisp but not too cold, the Atlanta skyline towers as a lovely backdrop to the moment the boy turns his head to greet me: a dark-haired, blue-eyed, 6’ frame that solidly fills the button-down shirt and slacks he has on. 

He’s an excellent conversationalist too. 

It’s been a while since I’ve had to keep my mind this alert while talking to someone so the quips fly as quickly as the sparks. I only need a few minutes in the Starbucks we’ve convened in to decide that I want to ditch a later appointment I’ve made with someone else. The want becomes more concrete once he kisses me in my car two hours later, and I drive to the restaurant with a slightly sped up heart rate. To make matters worse, my phone buzzes intermittently throughout the dinner, and though delicious as the food was, I make my excuses and leave as early as possible without seeming rude. As I practically run across the parking lot, my phone bounces in my coat pocket, its inbox littered with various men pressing their suit and only one clear victor. 

I have but an hour and some odd minutes to spend at his home, an allotment I make full use of as soon as he shuts the bedroom door. 

Aha, I’ve forgotten how fast my head starts to ache if I keep it tilted too long to kiss someone tall, but I like that I have to stand on my tip-toes while pressed against the wall until he finally takes pity on me and moves us to the couch. At one point, I sit up on my elbows to catch him pressing a kiss on my knee, his hands large and spread-out on my hips. I swallow hard—size-difference kink: another new discovery to file away for later. His lips move to the space between my legs—I swallow harder and tip my head back. It isn’t long before I’m tensing and jerking into his mouth, my thighs locked around his head. 

To my great surprise (and subsequent satisfaction), he’s the perfect size for me. I usually can’t stay on top until the other man finishes due to his substantial girth/length, but I ride the true, razor-thin edge between pleasure and pain with this one. I wish there’s enough time to indulge, but he comes, I sigh, and we disentangle. My hands can’t help but wander over his arms and chest while we chat about things completely unrelated to what we’ve just done. 

I’ll see him soon. Light and fun is exactly what I need right now.