lounging. waking. sun shining and the day is long. whats on cl.
an adventure. why not.

opening the doors i scan. reading, wondering, curious kitty poking her head in dirty places, forbidden places, bad little girl, what are you doing...

the dc ingognito, back again. after the languid email dance that lasted a touch too long he answered another one of my webcasting lures, my ads, the invitation out of reality and into fantasy where a girl you dont know will open her cunt to your hands but not her mouth to yours, or anything..

and so again. a little dance. i knoww you, a sensual interaction, an hour, i host, what are your numbers, then.
friends visited, three deals all working toward the same time then the moment of time escaped and to my relief nothing happened, oh yes, the vassalator, how could i forget, i will tell you the story of this one and a chess game soon enough.

so dc incognito respectfully withdrew.
today im waking lounging contemplating and then like the universe heard me dc ingognito emails.
the wet wether though cool is sultry. might this be a good day to rendevou,
it might i answer how are the numbers, any change?
he says hes feeling a surge of increase,
i tell him how the surge feels to me,
good i say and ask when
now comes back and the added amount to defray costs
address confirmation leave.

the instructions: a bathrobe, and underwear, no make up, no perfume.
when should i expect him?
no answer so i get in action.

get up. shower. outfit. coffee. cig- rrrrrrrrrring (shoot.)
hello?
its me.
i pause. a deep voice. kindness in it. i wait. he continues.

i know thats not that much of a description, but it's me.
then i speak. helllo. a nervous laugh. his answering laugh comes back with relief in it.

ok so.. (my voice is smooth. theres honey in it.)
i live on the terrace level. yes. the T in the elevator. go down. same number.
sorry?
same number you just dialed. same number.

ok im com- beeeeeeeep.
i let him in and hang up, running to smoke a hit before he gets in.
a knock. i exhale. then hurry to the door and open it.

hello.
come in.

we sit down on my leather couches. hes tall. gandalf from lord of the rings. an older one. the face has drooped back over the years, the eyes have maybe seen too much, theyve grown over themselves. he is intelligent. vitality hasnt left his body in the least. a quick mind, he relaxes back, lanky and limber, and studies my bookshelf.

how interesting we've almost read many of the same books.

i always love it whenever anyone wants to start talking about books. my bookcase is full and the possibilities of the written word ive always loved wince i was very young. i used to devour books. he starts to talk about all the kings men, and then something about his job surfaces. he is obviously affected by it, theres something in his workd that touches him maybe good and bad, and i ask him about it, he speaks but i don't understand much of it. its all in code. so at this point, coffee consumed, cigarette smoked, i sit and listen, feigning interest and understanding as i contemplated what to do next to get this show moving.

im wearing black lace underwear and this kimono jacket that i got at a theatre annual yard sale. yoga pants.
logically i determine that i should start losing the clothes. so i unbuttoned my kimono jacket.

let it hang open at my tits.
i see a slight smile. hes noticed, but keeps talking.

then baseball. the stadium. hes not a baseball fan, not really a sports fan, but he runs.
ditto i say as i think how interesting that is what i think do and say, too.
i pull open the drawstring of my yoga pants. as if im not paying attention it, string up up up, untied, released.

and i say i run too
as i slowly, slip off my pants.

it could have gone one of two ways.
i could have played nervous, and had a good intellectual friend. in the real worlld, i would never walk up and have this with him. its an alternate reality here and sometmes the recognition is startling strange surreal and simply sensual all at once.

here he suggests the bedroom
i aquiece.

hands land on my body. the slow touch. its all a little cold at first. touching the inimate way takes focus and i try not to talk too much, i lie still, i flow with his hands, and grow impatient for more.