Before I get into the cuteness of Monday-before-last,
I have to spoil the ending! This past Wednesday, we had our third date. We were
having Indian food at my favorite place. It was a beautiful, mostly-clear night
with a big moon, so I asked if we could go star gazing after dinner, and he
said yes! How romantic! Except!
GWBT had listed himself as 37 on Feeld, but his pop-culture
references and song choices placed him closer to my age. When he mentioned his
brother being really into the G.I. Joe cartoon, I had to ask, how old are
you anyway? He admitted that he’d written 37 on his profile because that’s the
age he “seems” to people. He’s really a year older than me, 50, which, hooray!
If he hadn’t been lying before!
So that topic hijacked dinner, and I was so turned off
by the lie that I broke things off. I was really sad to miss our stargazing
night, but how could I trust someone with my body and heart if he could lie so
easily?
I uncharmingly offered him unsolicited advice as we
said goodbye: “Next time, let the person see your whole, real self.” I feel so
much compassion and hope for him, and I wish him nothing but happiness and
honest snuggles.
NOW! Back to the second-date cuteness! Back to the
neverending puzzle.
After a good while of puzzling, I was like, okay, five
more pieces and then I’m gonna tie you up. We found those five pieces pretty
quickly! I told him to stand up and take off his shirt. Pants too!
I didn’t have a particular harness in mind, I just
knew I wanted to make him something special. I started with the dark purple
ropes, square-knotting two 30-foot strands together. The ropes really, REALLY
liked him. I made nameless knots across his chest, so pretty they almost looked
like rosettes. I felt such a flow with this guy! I tuned out of self-consciousness
and into the Muse. I took my time and made him into the treasure he deserves to
be.
When I was done tying, I had him lay on his front so I
could admire the view. His ass was wrapped up like a present, and there was a beautiful
shiny magenta rope at his waist. Beautiful. How did I get so lucky?
When I climbed into be next to him, he treated me with
worshipful generosity. Uncovering my nipples to suck. Pulling aside my lavender
lace panties to tongue my clit. His tongue was as spindly as he, long and quick
and ever-exploring.
I’m not usually that excited t be gone down on, but
this…I could have stayed there legs open for hours.