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16 Nisan 2023, 16:56
Hardly seems fair to put this in Lesbian Sex category since there is so little sex. Hope you will read it anyway since it's by far the most honest thing I've ever written. And I promise to make up for it with lots of sex in the next one.
I gazed at the dimly lit sleeping body next to me for several seconds before deciding it was time to go. He wasn't going to want me there when he woke up. Truth is, I didn't want that either. I caught a glimpse of the nearly burned-out candle on the night stand as I swung my legs out of bed. It only had a few minutes of life left and then it would be dark. And I hate the dark.
What was up with the candle anyway? Romance? Not what I was looking for. Just wanted to get laid, to have a couple hours of fun with another human being. OK, maybe there was more to it. Maybe I needed to know that someone -- anyone -- still found me attractive. At least I got that from Justin ... Dustin? ... Jason? ... whatever his name was.
So basically I guess I was OK. Or thought I was. Got in the car, punched buttons until I found Judas Priest doing "You Got Another Thing Coming," lit up the speakers, turned onto Van Ness and headed for the freeway that would take me back home to the Peninsula. I've always loved old metal -- it's not trendy, it's not feminine, I don't care -- but that night even Rob Halford's voice couldn't hold my attention. That sort of thing had happened a lot lately. Just drifty, y'know? And I knew where that drift usually led. To Jessie.
Her face popped into my head just before my headlights caught the O'Farrell street sign and my 12-year-old Acura was halfway through the left turn before I'd even made a conscious decision to do that. One block later I pulled up more or less in front of the self-proclaimed "World Famous Mitchell Brothers O'Farrell Theater." That's where Jessie works ... where I used to work ... where we met. It never occurred to me to look for a parking place. I mean, c'mon, this is San Francisco. You have a better chance of finding a drag queen with a bullwhip than you do of finding a place to park. Anyway, I just wanted to look for a minute. I don't know why. Sure wasn't going to make things easier.
We've been broken up for nearly four months now -- and it was no "Ohmigod, she's the love of my life" thing to begin with. So how come Demetevler Rus Escort (http://www.ankararusescort.com/ad-category/demetevler-escort/) it still hurts? Maybe because she was only like the third person I'd ever let get that close to me. Maybe because I missed the way she made me laugh. Maybe because it was nice for a change to be with somebody who was cattier than me and had a worse mouth. Or maybe I could admit to being more than a little shallow and say it was because she was the best-looking lover -- male or female -- that I had ever had. Sure wasn't because she was a blow-your-doors-off bed mate. I mean, she was fine there, just never seemed to totally let go -- though she did seem to get inspired sometimes when we found someplace other than the bedroom.
Like the time we went to a hot springs spa for the weekend. It was one of those "clothing optional" places where everybody's option seemed to be spending the whole day with nothing on but sunscreen. You hang around long enough with enough naked people and it reaches a point where nobody even looks. But they looked at Jessie. Hell, even I looked at her. A lot. Even though between work and our private lives I'd seen every inch of her body from every imaginable angle.
So anyway, we were up there in the summer and it was hot enough during the daytime that you felt like heaven must be close because you were doing your time in purgatory. If that doesn't make sense, find a Catholic to explain it to you. But the nights, wow. The nights were bliss. Warm with a breeze that felt almost tropical, and more stars than a city girl could imagine.
There were three big wooden tubs to soak in that went from hot to hotter to call 9-1-1. The same mineral springs that fed the tubs also flowed into the pool so it was like a lukewarm bath filled with those delightful bath beads you get when you splurge on an expensive B
I gazed at the dimly lit sleeping body next to me for several seconds before deciding it was time to go. He wasn't going to want me there when he woke up. Truth is, I didn't want that either. I caught a glimpse of the nearly burned-out candle on the night stand as I swung my legs out of bed. It only had a few minutes of life left and then it would be dark. And I hate the dark.
What was up with the candle anyway? Romance? Not what I was looking for. Just wanted to get laid, to have a couple hours of fun with another human being. OK, maybe there was more to it. Maybe I needed to know that someone -- anyone -- still found me attractive. At least I got that from Justin ... Dustin? ... Jason? ... whatever his name was.
So basically I guess I was OK. Or thought I was. Got in the car, punched buttons until I found Judas Priest doing "You Got Another Thing Coming," lit up the speakers, turned onto Van Ness and headed for the freeway that would take me back home to the Peninsula. I've always loved old metal -- it's not trendy, it's not feminine, I don't care -- but that night even Rob Halford's voice couldn't hold my attention. That sort of thing had happened a lot lately. Just drifty, y'know? And I knew where that drift usually led. To Jessie.
Her face popped into my head just before my headlights caught the O'Farrell street sign and my 12-year-old Acura was halfway through the left turn before I'd even made a conscious decision to do that. One block later I pulled up more or less in front of the self-proclaimed "World Famous Mitchell Brothers O'Farrell Theater." That's where Jessie works ... where I used to work ... where we met. It never occurred to me to look for a parking place. I mean, c'mon, this is San Francisco. You have a better chance of finding a drag queen with a bullwhip than you do of finding a place to park. Anyway, I just wanted to look for a minute. I don't know why. Sure wasn't going to make things easier.
We've been broken up for nearly four months now -- and it was no "Ohmigod, she's the love of my life" thing to begin with. So how come Demetevler Rus Escort (http://www.ankararusescort.com/ad-category/demetevler-escort/) it still hurts? Maybe because she was only like the third person I'd ever let get that close to me. Maybe because I missed the way she made me laugh. Maybe because it was nice for a change to be with somebody who was cattier than me and had a worse mouth. Or maybe I could admit to being more than a little shallow and say it was because she was the best-looking lover -- male or female -- that I had ever had. Sure wasn't because she was a blow-your-doors-off bed mate. I mean, she was fine there, just never seemed to totally let go -- though she did seem to get inspired sometimes when we found someplace other than the bedroom.
Like the time we went to a hot springs spa for the weekend. It was one of those "clothing optional" places where everybody's option seemed to be spending the whole day with nothing on but sunscreen. You hang around long enough with enough naked people and it reaches a point where nobody even looks. But they looked at Jessie. Hell, even I looked at her. A lot. Even though between work and our private lives I'd seen every inch of her body from every imaginable angle.
So anyway, we were up there in the summer and it was hot enough during the daytime that you felt like heaven must be close because you were doing your time in purgatory. If that doesn't make sense, find a Catholic to explain it to you. But the nights, wow. The nights were bliss. Warm with a breeze that felt almost tropical, and more stars than a city girl could imagine.
There were three big wooden tubs to soak in that went from hot to hotter to call 9-1-1. The same mineral springs that fed the tubs also flowed into the pool so it was like a lukewarm bath filled with those delightful bath beads you get when you splurge on an expensive B