The Insatiable Stallion

Anyway, I really screwed up yesterday. I let it get to me. (Like chasing a love gone bad!) How do you describe or even resist something like that?

Anyway, I guess I'll recount the Stallion story now.

He called me on Tuesday afternoon-- right when I was leaving to go do that writing workshop. He asked if I wanted to meet up later, so I told him to give me a call after German class. HE called and asked if I wanted to meet up for a drink. I told him that I was having dinner with VJ and that I would call him when we were done. I convinced VJ to come with me because I didn't want it to be an automatic hookup.

We went down and met him at Dojo. We went across the street to Bull McCabe's for drinks. It was weird to see him at first-- I felt like it assumed a friendship had been there or that we knew each other better, or something, than we ever had. Anyway, I knew right away that we were going to hook up. I just feel like I can't resist him.

We had a few drinks. I could tell that VJ was tired, so I told her she could go. She kept asking if I were sure and I told her "yes."

After she left, things got more flirty. At one point, he was behind my bar chair and started massaging my neck and shoulders and he put his arms around me from behind and it felt so good. I don't remember at exactly what point, but we started kissing. I loved kissing him. He kept telling me how beautiful I am and his lips were full and soft. I didn't want to be making out at the bar, though, and told him that, so he suggested we go back to my place. (Typical...)

Anyway, we stopped at a deli to get some mixers and came back here. A lot of what happened is a blur-- not because I was drunk, but because so much happened so fast. We just had the most amazing sex over and over and over. It was better than I ever imagined sex could be. This guy was magic-- he knew how to do absolutely everything and our energies and "proclivities" were perfectly matched. At one point, we moved from the living room to the bedroom. At another point, int he hall up against the wall. We must have had sex at least 12 times total over the 13 hours or so that he was here. He was entirely insatiable and now, even four days later, I still have bruises on my forehead and neck.

We used up all of my stuff by Wednesday morning, so I called for more-- feeling safe for the delivery because the Stallion was here. I wish I had the energy or audacity to record what happened in more detail, but I just don't.

He stayed until 8:00 PM the next day, when I left for my study group. He walked me up to EF's apartment (hand in hand) and we kissed a long goodbye.

After study group, the bunch of us went to a pub, but I was exhausted and couldn't stay long. The Stallion called me and asked if he could come over again, and I said yes, but this time we both fell asleep right away.

I woke up at around 4:00 AM to him fucking me and he flipped me over and I was so sleepy that I could barely stay on my knees, but it was still amazing.

I'm never going to forget this week. I fell like if something like this never happens to me again, it's okay, because it probably doesn't happen to most people even once.

Anyway... I have to go dry my hair.