You know its good when…

May 4, 2012 at 5:01 pm (dating) (, , , , , , , )

…you can’t walk the next day. (Warning- this post is for adult eyes only!)

M and I had made plans to see each other on Wednesday for an early celebration of our favorite holiday, Cinco de Mayo, and also to see each other before he leaves for the next nine to ten months. We hadn’t seen each other since right after I was in the hospital and since we wouldn’t be seeing each other for the rest of the year, I knew it would be an afternoon of mixed emotions. I was feeling sad on my way there because I knew I wouldn’t see him for a while. When I saw him he had a huge smile on his face. We settled in a booth in the back, ordered our usual of margaritas and the combo fajita plate, and talked. We talked mostly about his work and then it switched to us. He told me how much he appreciates me and our friendship. He thanked me for being so understanding of his crazy schedule and always being so good to him. When he said that I thought he was going to tell me he didn’t want to see me anymore. So I told him of course I understand we have known each other for six years and if at any point I didn’t like it anymore I could have walked away.  I told him he has been a good friend too because he has seen me through some highs and lows and always listens to me when I need it. Then he told me that he thinks about me all the time. He also told me he didn’t take the job where he would be gone for the rest of the year. Instead he took one where he would only be gone for a few months and would be coming back and forth. I was one happy girl.

Then I told him I have been reading Fifty Shades of Grey. He said he has heard of it but wanted to know what it is about. I told him the story and about the relationship the two main characters have. His eyes lit up a bit. Then he started talking about different things he wants to experience with me. While we were waiting for the check he grabbed my arms and started putting his hands under the sleeves of my sweater and rubbing my arms. He was getting antsy to leave. After what seemed like forever we got our check, paid and left.

We walked next door to the hotel that has become so familiar to us. When we walked in the room, it was nothing like it had been before. He grabbed me, pulled me close and started kissing me. He wouldn’t let me go.  He apologized for being so aggressive and I told him he doesn’t have to apologize I like it. He said he is obsessed with me, in a good way of course. After what seemed like 10 minutes of making out, he let me escape to the bathroom for a minute while he poured us shots of tequila. I came out in nothing but my sweater, lacy boy short and heels. He liked what he saw, got undressed and pulled me into bed.  He continued kissing me and eventually everything but my heels were off. He pulled me on top of him and made sure I enjoyed every minute. He told me this has been building up for years. It is always good with him but something inside of him lit up because the sex was even more intense than ever. It was the best five hours ever (this of course includes our lunch and the nap we took).

Then it was time for him to leave, I gave him a hug and kiss and he was off until the next time. I went home with a smile on my face, replaying the afternoon in my head.

Thursday morning I woke up sore from the neck down and I think I pulled a muscle. Oh yes it was that good.

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The pull

May 5, 2010 at 1:39 am (dating) (, , , , , , , , )

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The crush left a month ago for his mini vacation and work. When he left I knew it was good for me. I was going to focus on other things and get him out of my head for a bit. I didn’t contact him at all until after a week of being gone he sent me a message saying he so wishes he was home. Since then we have been emailing and texting when he has time. Since I will be gone when he gets back, we made plans to see each other the day after I get back. He wanted to see me the night I get back but I get back to late. We have been emailing about random things and today he said something in an email that threw me, “I miss you”.

The reason it threw me was because I was seeing M today. It has been nice because M and I have been seeing each other every couple of weeks. The last time I saw him I wasn’t sure I would see him again before I left but it worked out that I did. We met up to do an early  Cinco de Mayo celebration (our favorite holiday), of margaritas and fajitas. We caught up on the last couple of weeks and he told me that he is leaving within in the week for location for the summer.  I am used to it as this has been the norm since we met over four years ago. Not sure why this year it is harder. Maybe it is because we have been seeing each other more often.

Or it could be the fact that the crush threw me that curve ball.

After M and I finished our lunch we went next door to get to get intimate with each other. When we started kissing and  getting intimate, which was amazing as usual, that scene from Sex and The City popped into my head. (The one where Carrie is having flashbacks of her first night of her affair with Big. I was Carrie and M was Big.)  After several minutes of amazing sex, we took a break by taking a nap. I was able to sleep for a bit but those words from the crush creeped their way back into my head, “I miss you” and I couldn’t get rid of it. Then M started taking advantage of my body again but those words were still in my head as hard as I tried to forget them. When M and I were both finished we laid there for a bit. I could tell something was on his mind but he said everything was fine. I felt like he could read my mind. I kept kissing his body and then he said he had to go because he had to take care of some last minute work things. I didn’t want him to leave because I knew it would be the last time for two months. I made sure I kissed and hugged him a lot before he left. He told me he would call me when he gets back at the end of the summer when his job here starts up again.

We kissed goodbye one last time and we both were off. On my drive home I had the worst feeling in my stomach, in fact it is still there as I write this. I know I am not cheating on the crush because we haven’t even had the discussion about being something more than friends, but the words, “I miss you”, makes me think it will happen once I get back.

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