Do you remember this guy, Anthony? The neighbor of mine who I really, really liked but had this strange, bizarre on-again/off-again relationship (if you can call it that)? Remember? Insanely hot? Object of my fantasies? Desires? Stories that became bigger than life?
Yeah, so.
I’ve been really digging into my new job lately. Working kind of long hours and not being social at all (including here on OD), you know…learning the ropes.
So Tuesday night, I worked kind of late and just wanted a glass of wine after work. It was impromptu, and I really didn’t want to do it UP, so I took myself to a restaurant that I like and sat at the bar and ordered myself a glass of wine.
As I sat by myself, drinking sip by sip, I decided to catch up on my texting (yes, even that had lapsed). I sent texts to several girlfriends, some guy friends, and then moved on to various men: the hot oral surgeon I’d met in New Orleans, my neighbor (Anthony, above), my friend from that career thing I was in while unemployed, a guy I’d met online, etc. Got a few bites back, including Anthony.
Anthony and I had a few back-and-forths, and then he wrote something that had me very, very curious:
“You should be selfish with me.”
I replied, “Selfish? What do you mean?”
“Have me give you a massage or something. I would show restraint.”
A few more back-and-forths, and I don’t know. Somehow…somehow….
Don’t ask me how.
But about two hours later, there I was. In his loft. Undressing and getting under a blanket, waiting for a massage from him.
And then. Candlelight. Lotion. His hands rubbing me. It was soothing and very…well, professional. My back, my arms, down my backside, my legs, my feet…oh the feet…everywhere…between the toes! All over! Front and back. For like, two hours of pure massage bliss. Ecstasy! Man, was he gooooooood.
I was so happy, but left wondering what it was all about.
And then. He lay down beside me, and we talked for a minute. Or two.
And then. And then! His hands were touching me again. But this time, differently. And oh yeah, much differently!
I knew what was going to happen. And it did. And did. And DID!!
I can’t tell you how stunningly handsome this guy is. It shocks me how beautiful. But not only that. The things he does!! God. Even more beautiful than his looks and insanely hot body.
He rocked my world for hours on end. I’m talking years and YEARS of pent-up frustration released from my body and soul. And yes, I was selfish. It was ALL about me.
And after all was said and done, we talked. And we talked. It was so nice. Not weird, but a little confusing.
And at one point, he actually said, “It’s nice to see you…naked.”
I left his place in the wee hours of the morning, and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.
I don’t know when I’ll see him again. I don’t know if I’ll ever experience anything close to that ever again in my life. But I can promise you this: I can die a happy woman.
Yes, there’s much more going on. But I just HAD to get that out because I was bursting. I miss you. I love you. I love my life.
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