fabulous weekend mid may.
I have to record it. It was fabulous and still fresh in my mind.
Should I start with Friday evening? Should I start with the chaos on sat morning? Do I really want to write all this down? What will you think of me, and do I care? yes. Should I? no.
I went to a happy hour friday after work. Spent time with my lovely blonde friend, she is always happy, smiling, childlike, and incredibly endearing. I'd convinced my coworker to come along, a great feat, and we went and enjoyed wine with my pretty blonde friend and her coworkers.
Upon getting home, I found myself slightly drunk and restless. I entered the apartment building and then with no reason behind it, press "up" on the elevator instead of "down". Landed on the 5th floor to visit a particular neighbor. An intriguing 40 something, we had once had a conversation about submissive and dominant tendencies. I gleamed from this conversation that he loved giving women orgasms, with toys, tools, anything. Then, on a visit previously, I subjected myself to this treatment... 5 orgasms later on a drenched bed, I'd gone home very happy.. So once again, that night I travelled up to the fifth floor and knocked on the door. He answered, suprised but pleased to see me. He'd been traveling, and had just gotten back. Invited me in and I sat down at his very stylish bar, and received the subsequently stylish drink he offered me.
After a little small talk, the next thing I know, I find myself perched on his kitchen table, with my ass in the air, taking it from his massive hitachi magic wand vibrator. This thing is one of the most powerful hand held vibrators I have tried, it has a huge surface and several settings. He turned me over, and on my back, my legs propped up by his arms, I breathed, I closed my eyes tightly, then opened them to see him watching me, a look of intense curiosity on his face. I came. Then again.
Then he takes me off the table, and puts me onto his bed. Opens my legs again and goes at it. Every time I come, he shouts, "Yes!" This time, unlike last time, he pulls his penis out. Makes me touch it. After all the pleasure he has administered on me, I am not adverse to obliging him. I pull on his penis, pressing myself into him. And he comes.
The next thing I know, I hear snoring. Very loud snoring. I wake up to find him next to me, shake him a bit and he stops. Then there was light, I had fallen asleep again, and looked around. The walls, the ceiling looked familiar, but something was off, I realized that I was still in his bed, not my own. After a minute I reoriented.. and heard him snoring again, in the other room. I fell asleep again briefly, until I heard him moving around in the living room. It was about 7 am. I got up and after a little time, a thank you and a parting word, I went back downstairs.
I was supposed to be at the airport by 11 am, to go to north carolina to see my family. With a little time to go, I decide to go running. Saturday mornings are always so interesting. Everyone has been partying, and the streets are empty. You see a segment of the population that goes to bed ontime, does normal everyday things, like going to the hardware store, or to garage sales. People walking dogs. I find this is all so strange given I was taking it from a vibrator the night before from my older, involved neighbor.
Then I get back home. Over breakfast, I get into it with my dad on the phone. I'm supposed to fly to Greensboro, and then my dad will pick me up from there.. but then he wants me to get a car and drive myself there. It is about 10 am at this point, and I still have yet to pack. Overwhelmed, I decide I don't want to go. Call the airline and cancel. Its just too much to worry about.
So instead, I spend the day cleaning my apt. Since I hate doing chores, I started to set up some incentives for myself. Do a chore, then wash my vibrator, then some more, then put the batteries in. I did some more.. sorted my laundry, then smoked a bowl. Vaccuumed the house, then used the suction on my crotch, just because I was curious.
Sat nite i went to a party in my apt building that later came down stairs to my apt and then there was drinking and bellydancing and candles. when they left manolo the chilean stayed with me, held me touched me and i woke up to a dragon tatooed arm holding me.
sunday i decided that as he was leaving we should have brunch, went to adams morgan had the best food in dc that morning, eggs florentine with coffee and cigarettes, we went to tryst after bumped into my friend neil looked at pictures from last nites party and had smoothies then walked home 30 minutes talking about my adventures in this city as of late, went home and fell asleep wrapped up tangled for a few hours, woke up more touching then tea and a cigarette when my neighbor comes by, we are going to clydes for half price wine nite... and so i got ready rode over in a convertable as we went to have another fantastic meal of strawberry spinich salad artichoke dip and chincken linguini w tomatoes and broccoli four of us talking connecting, three bottles of wine, another fabulous top down ride back home and i fell aleep floating, exhausted.
Should I start with Friday evening? Should I start with the chaos on sat morning? Do I really want to write all this down? What will you think of me, and do I care? yes. Should I? no.
I went to a happy hour friday after work. Spent time with my lovely blonde friend, she is always happy, smiling, childlike, and incredibly endearing. I'd convinced my coworker to come along, a great feat, and we went and enjoyed wine with my pretty blonde friend and her coworkers.
Upon getting home, I found myself slightly drunk and restless. I entered the apartment building and then with no reason behind it, press "up" on the elevator instead of "down". Landed on the 5th floor to visit a particular neighbor. An intriguing 40 something, we had once had a conversation about submissive and dominant tendencies. I gleamed from this conversation that he loved giving women orgasms, with toys, tools, anything. Then, on a visit previously, I subjected myself to this treatment... 5 orgasms later on a drenched bed, I'd gone home very happy.. So once again, that night I travelled up to the fifth floor and knocked on the door. He answered, suprised but pleased to see me. He'd been traveling, and had just gotten back. Invited me in and I sat down at his very stylish bar, and received the subsequently stylish drink he offered me.
After a little small talk, the next thing I know, I find myself perched on his kitchen table, with my ass in the air, taking it from his massive hitachi magic wand vibrator. This thing is one of the most powerful hand held vibrators I have tried, it has a huge surface and several settings. He turned me over, and on my back, my legs propped up by his arms, I breathed, I closed my eyes tightly, then opened them to see him watching me, a look of intense curiosity on his face. I came. Then again.
Then he takes me off the table, and puts me onto his bed. Opens my legs again and goes at it. Every time I come, he shouts, "Yes!" This time, unlike last time, he pulls his penis out. Makes me touch it. After all the pleasure he has administered on me, I am not adverse to obliging him. I pull on his penis, pressing myself into him. And he comes.
The next thing I know, I hear snoring. Very loud snoring. I wake up to find him next to me, shake him a bit and he stops. Then there was light, I had fallen asleep again, and looked around. The walls, the ceiling looked familiar, but something was off, I realized that I was still in his bed, not my own. After a minute I reoriented.. and heard him snoring again, in the other room. I fell asleep again briefly, until I heard him moving around in the living room. It was about 7 am. I got up and after a little time, a thank you and a parting word, I went back downstairs.
I was supposed to be at the airport by 11 am, to go to north carolina to see my family. With a little time to go, I decide to go running. Saturday mornings are always so interesting. Everyone has been partying, and the streets are empty. You see a segment of the population that goes to bed ontime, does normal everyday things, like going to the hardware store, or to garage sales. People walking dogs. I find this is all so strange given I was taking it from a vibrator the night before from my older, involved neighbor.
Then I get back home. Over breakfast, I get into it with my dad on the phone. I'm supposed to fly to Greensboro, and then my dad will pick me up from there.. but then he wants me to get a car and drive myself there. It is about 10 am at this point, and I still have yet to pack. Overwhelmed, I decide I don't want to go. Call the airline and cancel. Its just too much to worry about.
So instead, I spend the day cleaning my apt. Since I hate doing chores, I started to set up some incentives for myself. Do a chore, then wash my vibrator, then some more, then put the batteries in. I did some more.. sorted my laundry, then smoked a bowl. Vaccuumed the house, then used the suction on my crotch, just because I was curious.
Sat nite i went to a party in my apt building that later came down stairs to my apt and then there was drinking and bellydancing and candles. when they left manolo the chilean stayed with me, held me touched me and i woke up to a dragon tatooed arm holding me.
sunday i decided that as he was leaving we should have brunch, went to adams morgan had the best food in dc that morning, eggs florentine with coffee and cigarettes, we went to tryst after bumped into my friend neil looked at pictures from last nites party and had smoothies then walked home 30 minutes talking about my adventures in this city as of late, went home and fell asleep wrapped up tangled for a few hours, woke up more touching then tea and a cigarette when my neighbor comes by, we are going to clydes for half price wine nite... and so i got ready rode over in a convertable as we went to have another fantastic meal of strawberry spinich salad artichoke dip and chincken linguini w tomatoes and broccoli four of us talking connecting, three bottles of wine, another fabulous top down ride back home and i fell aleep floating, exhausted.
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