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11:42AM - Monday April 5, 2004 We drank beer, watched beautiful women dance all sexay-like, drank more beer, and when the show was over, we danced. Yup, he actually danced, and as he always says, "Only for you, UberWench, only for you." Heh. Anyway, we danced until 1am, and then I decided that being on my feet was no longer an option and where I really wanted was to be hom ein bed. The show was SRO by the time we got there, and if I'd known how packed it would be I would have skipped seeing Hellboy (good as it was!) in the afternoon to get there earlier. We cabbed home and went pretty much straight to my room after procuring a great deal of water. Making out while you undress is so much fun, and I of course did not get completely undressed. I got down to just the corset and gloves, threw down a waterproof pad, and we got down to the business of sex. At one point I was on my back, the pad under my butt was soaked, and I started undoing my corset so I could have more wiggle room. As soon as my boobs were free he was them with his mouth, and sweet Lordisa that felt so good! My nipples have never been terribly responsive, but the way he plays with them makes me squirm and wriggle. I think it's the patience and tenderness he shows, he just teases them and teases them until I can hardle stand it. Thanks to the mucho beer consumed, there was a bit of liquor dick, so the fucking went on for quite a long time once we got to it. And also due to the beer there was quite a bit of slipping out, when one of zig when we should have zagged. Sex is inherently funny to me, and the occasional comedy of errors is a good thing. The job still gets done, whether or not you're laughing while you do it. We used copius amounts of lube because I tend to wash it away when I come. I think I'm going to invest in a silicone-based lube like Eros because the water-based one just disappears too quickly and we end up a little chafed after the moment is done. I had to use him really gently the next morning, which wasfun in its own way, too. While we were waiting for his bus at the station, I voiced my concerns that I was maybe a little pushy when it comes to sex, and told him that he never had to do anything he didn't want to or feel like at the time. He told me I was like the tide, and that you could either swim against it or swim with it. No matter what, you end up in the same place. And he reassured me that if he didn't like it, he wouldn't be going out of his way to come and visit me. Heh. A girl likes a little reassurance now and then. I'm occasionally a little insecure about my rapaciousness, and worry that my sexual apetite is burdensome to my partners. I really just like sex a lot--I'm a sensualist, and man, it pushes all my buttons. Sight, smell, sound, texture, taste... it's got it all, really.
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