Yep, One of THOSE Days

So THE BOYFRIEND ended up coming up anyways.  The sexual tension at work was so enormous, it was like trying to fit an elephant through the eye of a needle.  When he did get here, we didn't waste any time getting down to business.  One odd thing that I noticed though: he didn't bring a condom.  For someone who knows what's going to happen, it is odd NOT to bring one.  But I digress.  Sex was full of need and desire.  We couldn't stop touching each other, kissing each other; it drove us on further and further.  I know at one moment, I almost blurted out "I love you"; but I caught myself before I did and just redirected the sentence to "I love fucking you."  Yeah, that would've been disastrous to say the least.

So we ended up having sex like 3 times, actual penetration.  He brought me to a head once more with his AMAZING hands and mouth, and I returned the favor.  On the third time having actual sex, we were both really tired, and really high too.  So, after a brief repast, I finished him off.  So fantastic to know that I can do that well.  It's a real skill.  A lot of women underestimate the giving head skill.  But I'm proud to say that I am close to mastering it.  Thanks late night television!

After that last time, food and beer.  Considering that he had to work at 1 a.m. tonight, I said that he could just sleep here.  My bed is big enough, and it's close to work.  We were so exhausted from today, that we both just collapsed as soon as we got into bed around 7 p.m, and, as far as I am concerned, completely satisfied sexually.  If this is what we are like after not having sex for two days, just imagine when I come back to town from Christmas with the family.  Lordy.  Roomates beware, I guess.

Sometime in between the second and third time, I actually thought about how I felt, and why I feel like I am falling in love with this guy.  It has to do with the-one-that-got-away.  He reminds me so much of him.  Short, sweet, very much his own man (i.e. not caring what others think).  So it's not so much that I love THE BOYFRIEND, but being with him reminds me of the-one and how much I loved him.  Whew!  Glad THAT'S settled.  No more thinking those thoughts for a while.

Another thing I noticed, I tend to ramble stupid shit when I am unsure of myself and the situation.  Yeah, gotta work on that.  For instance, during the time out in the third inning, he started giving me a back massage.  And I started to ramble,

"You know you don't have to do that.  I"m not complaining.  Oh, I see what you are up to.  I am an idiot. Just ignore me.  I'm gonna shut up now."

Yeah it was bad.  I wonder why he puts up with me.  My quirks have got to be confusing to others and soon not worth trying to figure out.   As always.