It was amazing.
He was cuter, funner, and nicer than I remembered.
I was so nervous and excited when he was on his way. He had sent me photos of himself, and it seemed that his hairline has receded. But I thought to myself, no matter, I like his sense of humour, and his body.
He was nervous too, confiding that he wasn’t as good as a robot lol.
I couldn’t believe that him and I were meeting up after all these years. I thought that one day I’d succeed, and that I’ll be “presentable” enough to get with him, actually. I knew I was struggling too much financially that it would’ve been embarrassing to see him.
I remember how snobby he used to be. The person must live downtown, for example. Now he is driving to Burnaby to see me. He changed his plans around to make it work. Why? Because he has changed? Because he hasn’t got anyone else in line? Because he is realizing that I’m worth it?
We’ve been chatting long enough that I felt like I know him for a long time. Yet, I didn’t remember what he sounded like. I didn’t quite remember what he looked like.
So, he got here. I had planned out my outfit more than a week ago. White denim shorts with coral loose sweater. My heart racing.
I came out through the front door, and there he was. He was so…slender. He seemed much smaller than I remembered. But so hot. He is 6’1, or 6’3/4 as I remembered him saying, 7 years ago. He looked so different than I remembered, but same…. He didn’t age really. No receding hair line.
He sounded so different than I remembered. I seemed to remember that his voice was way too keep. And I remembered that he had this annoying habit of sticking his tongue out. He doesn’t do that anymore.
He still seemed tiny bit gay in his demeanour, but he’s proven how straight he is through all the years of flirting lol.
We hugged at first. Then, in the elevator, we kissed. He was so excited to look around the condo. He liked it.
He bounced on my rebounder in the corner of the living room. Then I jumped on. Then we kissed some more. He said I looked younger than before.
We went to the master bedroom, and started making out. Slowly taking our clothes off, leading to sex. It was so much fun getting to it, and during it, and after it.
We laughed so much. We talked so much. We enjoyed each other so much.
He liked it dark in the room, so my concerns about my body was gone. He thought my body was so hot. I thought he was less muscular than I remembered, but still an attractive body shape. His face was so hot, his balls were perfect (which he loved hearing), and his ass was super cute. His dick used to be way to big for me, but somehow it’s just right now. It was much smaller than I remembered when it was flaccid. (Yes, it was flaccid when he took his pants off…he said it could be because he was too nervous. Reminded me of how Patrick couldn’t get hard when he first came over….)
The day before, I had told him that I liked my ears sucked on, and could get an orgasm from it. He was curious to try it. And sure enough, I was climaxing like crazy! I think I got an orgasm just 2 minutes into him sucking on my ear. It was more than what Patrick did (since Patrick never kept going on my ears like that).
Sex felt amazing. He was just the right size. A little bit long, so it can hurt if he poked too deep. I wasn’t sore the next day.
I think what made everything even more fun was the conversations between us. Knowing that Gemini’s like to keep things light-hearted and fun, knowing that they value intellect and word-play just as much as sex, I was heavy on the conversation with him. I mean, I like it too. He was so witty. We laughed so much it was just….a little piece of heaven.
He only came once. He put on a condom but didn’t come in it. He wanted to not use a condom, and opted for pulling out instead. He said it felt so much better that way. He did use a condom when he came over before, 6, 7, years ago. No problems there. But, yeah, again, just like Patrick. With Patrick, I was turned on too when he didn’t use a condom. It was as though we were closer.
We tried different positions. My wig was a bit in the way, but we managed. It wasn’t destroyed. Though I’m having trouble finding the same wig as backups (Forever Young Straight Edgy in St. Tropez colour).
He loved my ass. I didn’t know he was such an ass person. Well, that’s my asset! đ He loved my tiny waist, love my smooth skin. He said my boobs seemed bigger than before. Even though he didn’t care much for boobs, he still liked it.
We finished in doggie style, his favourite. It felt really good for me too actually. But he finished so fast. He’s been holding off for a long time. He came over my back. I wish I could see him get all weak and jerky. I love how guys do that after an orgasm. At least Patrick and Matthew did that. Josh didn’t seem to.
We showered separately, which was a bit weird. He was touring the place as I showered. When he showered, he kept talking to me, so I just stood outside of the bathtub and talked to him lol.
We talked about business. We talked about my alopecia. We talked probably more than we fucked. Just like with Patrick. It was so much fun. He has a billionaire mentor and partner. So lucky and impressive.
One thing I really noticed about him is that he is a mirrorer. Very very strong mirrorer. I noticed in FB msg that if I used a certain word, he’ll use it too later on. Consciously or subconsciously. I noticed that when we were sitting naked on the bed, I’d touch my knee and he’d touch his knee about a second later. I’d put my hand on my chin and he’d do the same a second later. I know it’s a sign of attraction, but I’ve never seen it done so quickly lol. It makes me wonder if I can take this to the next level. What if I do certain things, such as love him. Would he love me back? I’d better not entertain that…
He came at around 8:45, 9pm, and left shortly after 1am. We had such a fun night.
I walked him to his car and to get the parking pass back. As I walked away, he said, “Let’s not make this the last time.” A strange thing to say, because that made it sound like we might do it once more. I was hoping for more. But that’s ok. I’ll set my expectations low.
As I walked away, he said, “I’m just gonna stand here for a bit and watch you.” That was cute…
After the night, he told me the drive home was nice. There was no one in the street. He didn’t say much about the night. He mentioned that the clock springs forward so it was going to be 3am soon. I didn’t reply.
The next day though, I wrote a longer message, telling him that I had fun and woke up happy. And I told him how much I loved him sucking on my ears.
He was quick to respond and said it was fun and hot, the best combo.
I went to Sum’s wedding that next day. We chatted a bit before I left. I sent him a pic of me in the cute multi-coloured dress I was wearing to the wedding. He said it was sexy. We chatted about daydreaming about the night before….
We met up on Saturday. Wedding was Sunday. Monday, didn’t hear from him. I was busy anyway. Went to a piano concert with Vanessa. Knot Theory got free tickets! My first symphony. It was….impressive piano playing, but I was falling asleep.
Got home to the VAs. They are behind. Oh well. We have a ring packaging error issue….Judy’s factory packed green rings into blue packaging. I’m concerned.
I was missing Matthew.
At around midnight, I went to the master bedroom to lie down. I missed him so much. I felt like crying.
I masturbated. Thinking, not so much about the sex, but just everything about him. I wish he was the one for me. I wish I was his one and only.
I passed out after a decent orgasm…and woke up again at 3am. My VAs were stranded by me.
I noticed a message from Matthew from around 1:30am, asking if I have descended from my post-sex high. I had mentioned to him that I tend to get incredibly distracted after sex, and that it was some sort of high.
I told him about the masturbation, and how it was a kind of low for me right now because I was missing “it”. I didn’t say I was missing him. But…I think, we miss each other. I was happy to hear from him. Given his track record, I don’t expect to hear from him necessarily.
I hope we see each other once or twice more before I go to China. After that, who knows.