Happy Memory for the Day
Today I was chatting with an old friend, who currently lives in Italy and a memory resurfaced. It was a fun and happy memory, so I thought I'd share, though I'm sure that I'll never come close to doing it the justice that it actually deserves.
The night in my mind was so much fun. Mostly I think because it felt so very wrong. It was the first time he and I had sex. We had spent the evening at a local dive bar, drinking cheap beers and talking very loudly about the prospect of having sex later. Loud enough for anybody who wasn't a total idiot--or deaf--to hear...most people, however, were doing their damnest to ignore us. We were not fooled though, we could both see it on a lot of faces that they actually were paying attention to our very loud conversation. Mostly, we were talking so loud because we both thought it was hilariously funny...for one, the idea of us even being out together at all when we had so little in common, and for two, saying as loud as possible, "Stop doing that to me," or "You really shouldn't be playing with my inner thigh": "I'm a married man." The comedic effect was too much of a temptation, too much of a naughty pleasure, not to play it up all night. And the looks on the faces of those around us when they inevitably heard "married" and very little else, and they saw our mutually guilt-free faces laughing in unison, were totally comical and we couldn't help but giggle at them. Then, when they looked at me and him like the typical "(insert town name here)" girl and "married man", thinking how immoral we both were, it was more than enough to keep up the charade/stage show all night long. Both of us sneaking glances at the other all night, and making sure to kiss or be playful just when somebody else was watching us: the entire performance was completely erotic to me and full of the guilty pleasure associated with deceiving the world. Especially since the whole night, I pretended to be embarrassed about his "marriage", and every time he said it, I would usually counter with something like, "couldn't you be a little more quiet...I know people here." But still always saying it loud enough for our watchers to overhear.
Now the story behind the married thing is way too long to document here, and not very interesting (especially since I wanted this to be a scoop of absolute pleasure), but suffice it to say we were NOT committing adultery, but we did keep saying that word also as loud as possible. The attention we kept attracting from other couples and other singles, for that matter--since we both were getting hit on just as much as we normally would have at a bar--was fabulously erotic somehow. We both kept turning down other offers from other women/men saying something like, "I'm sorry, he was trying to cheat on his wife with me tonight...can't you wait for another time?"
We stayed until the bar closed even though we were all but tearing each other's clothes off by the end of the night...but we both wanted to keep drinking cheap beers, so we did. Then, it becomes even more risque. We went to the place I was staying during that time, which was NOT my own apartment. Actually, I was staying with the sister of a friend of mine, in the friend of mine's room while she was gone. So yeah, we had sex in somebody else's bed, in somebody else's house with somebody else's dog watching the whole time. Haha. We only settled on it because we couldn't find any hotel in town with available rooms...heh. By the time we had tried about 10 different hotels, we were too impatient to keep looking, and settled on the borrowed bed.
But when we got to the house, we were trying so hard to be quiet, but it wasn't easy being that we were both pretty buzzed and both very turned on.
Then the world got very quiet in that small room. Nothing else mattered but each other, and while we started out being very concerned about the noise level, eventually we both forgot and probably got loud enough to wake up friend's sister and sister's daughter...oops. Now I feel inclined to mention that what I was expecting from this particular person and what I got were two very different things. I was expecting pretty good sex (his reputation preceded him) but no real intimacy or intensity...what I got was.......well, it was WOW! If anybody had been watching I think they would have been very hard pressed to say that we were not in love with each other (even though we weren't), because there were moments when our bodies moved with such exact timing and precision that it was like they were not separate things, but rather, one total entity. In that instance, our worlds and bodies were totally in synch. Synchronized swimmers and relay teams have nothing on that kind of intuitiveness and perfect balance of timing and spontaneity.
It was the closest I had come to actually "making love" with somebody that I wasn't actually in love with. It was almost magical, because I could totally feel all his feelings and energy and intensity absolutely coursing though my body. For what I thought was only going to be a one nighter (again, because I knew his reputation), I was expecting the usual "distance" that people radiate with when they are simply "having sex" or "fucking", but the distance wasn't there. Those who have been there know, I'm the kind of girl who always gives all I have to give when nudity and sex are involved; a person I'm with will always be able to "feel" the real me that hides inside, if they are open enough to let it in. I totally appreciated that he gave his all to it also, I guess I was just shocked to find a guy who was the same way about sex and intimacy as I am.
His lips against my skin, his hands feeling his way all the way up and down my naked body, my hands exploring every inch of him, feeling the beat of his heart all through him as I found my way to his hot spots, the moist passionate kisses that kept consuming us both, the delicate rocking of his hips against my own, the undulating motions of both our bodies climbing to the crescendo, hot breath on my neck cutting through the slightly drunken haze like a blade only to leave me stranded in an all-knowing, all-consuming haze of the unfettered passion created by the union of our two bodies.
When we fell apart, I, literally, could NOT move...at all! My body was still shaking with pleasure and passion. And during the time that I still couldn't be pressed upon to form actual words (hehe), he said something to me that I'll never forget...which is what made this a permanent part of my "memory". After the immediate, wow! and was that good for you too? He said, "Man, I haven't come like that since I was like 14, that was awesome." At first this didn't really make much sense to me, but then he explained that it was so good it felt like the first time he'd ever had sex...I got it! and was very flattered.
At any rate, I was thinking about that today while I was chatting with him online and couldn't help but smile the whole time. All the sweat and the moaning and the absolute disregard for the world around us; the soft touch of his fingers against my skin, the total control and power he had over me in that moment even without being at all forceful...damn! I'm still smiling for thinking about it.
It happened more often after that, but those aren't today's story. Perhaps I'll start a series of these memories whenever they occur to me...to document all the "unforgettable moments" I've had with all the memories that became instantaneously part of the "permanent memory" bank, but we shall see how that works out.
The night in my mind was so much fun. Mostly I think because it felt so very wrong. It was the first time he and I had sex. We had spent the evening at a local dive bar, drinking cheap beers and talking very loudly about the prospect of having sex later. Loud enough for anybody who wasn't a total idiot--or deaf--to hear...most people, however, were doing their damnest to ignore us. We were not fooled though, we could both see it on a lot of faces that they actually were paying attention to our very loud conversation. Mostly, we were talking so loud because we both thought it was hilariously funny...for one, the idea of us even being out together at all when we had so little in common, and for two, saying as loud as possible, "Stop doing that to me," or "You really shouldn't be playing with my inner thigh": "I'm a married man." The comedic effect was too much of a temptation, too much of a naughty pleasure, not to play it up all night. And the looks on the faces of those around us when they inevitably heard "married" and very little else, and they saw our mutually guilt-free faces laughing in unison, were totally comical and we couldn't help but giggle at them. Then, when they looked at me and him like the typical "(insert town name here)" girl and "married man", thinking how immoral we both were, it was more than enough to keep up the charade/stage show all night long. Both of us sneaking glances at the other all night, and making sure to kiss or be playful just when somebody else was watching us: the entire performance was completely erotic to me and full of the guilty pleasure associated with deceiving the world. Especially since the whole night, I pretended to be embarrassed about his "marriage", and every time he said it, I would usually counter with something like, "couldn't you be a little more quiet...I know people here." But still always saying it loud enough for our watchers to overhear.
Now the story behind the married thing is way too long to document here, and not very interesting (especially since I wanted this to be a scoop of absolute pleasure), but suffice it to say we were NOT committing adultery, but we did keep saying that word also as loud as possible. The attention we kept attracting from other couples and other singles, for that matter--since we both were getting hit on just as much as we normally would have at a bar--was fabulously erotic somehow. We both kept turning down other offers from other women/men saying something like, "I'm sorry, he was trying to cheat on his wife with me tonight...can't you wait for another time?"
We stayed until the bar closed even though we were all but tearing each other's clothes off by the end of the night...but we both wanted to keep drinking cheap beers, so we did. Then, it becomes even more risque. We went to the place I was staying during that time, which was NOT my own apartment. Actually, I was staying with the sister of a friend of mine, in the friend of mine's room while she was gone. So yeah, we had sex in somebody else's bed, in somebody else's house with somebody else's dog watching the whole time. Haha. We only settled on it because we couldn't find any hotel in town with available rooms...heh. By the time we had tried about 10 different hotels, we were too impatient to keep looking, and settled on the borrowed bed.
But when we got to the house, we were trying so hard to be quiet, but it wasn't easy being that we were both pretty buzzed and both very turned on.
Then the world got very quiet in that small room. Nothing else mattered but each other, and while we started out being very concerned about the noise level, eventually we both forgot and probably got loud enough to wake up friend's sister and sister's daughter...oops. Now I feel inclined to mention that what I was expecting from this particular person and what I got were two very different things. I was expecting pretty good sex (his reputation preceded him) but no real intimacy or intensity...what I got was.......well, it was WOW! If anybody had been watching I think they would have been very hard pressed to say that we were not in love with each other (even though we weren't), because there were moments when our bodies moved with such exact timing and precision that it was like they were not separate things, but rather, one total entity. In that instance, our worlds and bodies were totally in synch. Synchronized swimmers and relay teams have nothing on that kind of intuitiveness and perfect balance of timing and spontaneity.
It was the closest I had come to actually "making love" with somebody that I wasn't actually in love with. It was almost magical, because I could totally feel all his feelings and energy and intensity absolutely coursing though my body. For what I thought was only going to be a one nighter (again, because I knew his reputation), I was expecting the usual "distance" that people radiate with when they are simply "having sex" or "fucking", but the distance wasn't there. Those who have been there know, I'm the kind of girl who always gives all I have to give when nudity and sex are involved; a person I'm with will always be able to "feel" the real me that hides inside, if they are open enough to let it in. I totally appreciated that he gave his all to it also, I guess I was just shocked to find a guy who was the same way about sex and intimacy as I am.
His lips against my skin, his hands feeling his way all the way up and down my naked body, my hands exploring every inch of him, feeling the beat of his heart all through him as I found my way to his hot spots, the moist passionate kisses that kept consuming us both, the delicate rocking of his hips against my own, the undulating motions of both our bodies climbing to the crescendo, hot breath on my neck cutting through the slightly drunken haze like a blade only to leave me stranded in an all-knowing, all-consuming haze of the unfettered passion created by the union of our two bodies.
When we fell apart, I, literally, could NOT move...at all! My body was still shaking with pleasure and passion. And during the time that I still couldn't be pressed upon to form actual words (hehe), he said something to me that I'll never forget...which is what made this a permanent part of my "memory". After the immediate, wow! and was that good for you too? He said, "Man, I haven't come like that since I was like 14, that was awesome." At first this didn't really make much sense to me, but then he explained that it was so good it felt like the first time he'd ever had sex...I got it! and was very flattered.
At any rate, I was thinking about that today while I was chatting with him online and couldn't help but smile the whole time. All the sweat and the moaning and the absolute disregard for the world around us; the soft touch of his fingers against my skin, the total control and power he had over me in that moment even without being at all forceful...damn! I'm still smiling for thinking about it.
It happened more often after that, but those aren't today's story. Perhaps I'll start a series of these memories whenever they occur to me...to document all the "unforgettable moments" I've had with all the memories that became instantaneously part of the "permanent memory" bank, but we shall see how that works out.
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