Mr. Adorkable and the Ropes, Part Three

Mr. Adorkable is all pounce. At some point in the proceedings, he went down on me like he was jumping into a pool, or like I was candy! He’s so open and full of glee. All the while, because he’s an extranice match, my goth mix was on shuffle.

(NOT the goth mix I made for The Song Sender. RIP that mix. Or, see you in 2033. That gum you like is going to come back in style. Sorry, Twin Peaks digression.)

ANYWAY, back to the hotness at hand. After I asked for a break and he offered sex, Mr. Adorkable grabbed the thigh rope and spread my legs wide. I warned him that I didn’t remember the last time I’d shaved and he said “Huh. Seems pretty recent.” I don’t think he would’ve cared if it wasn’t.

Once he was between my legs, I hooked my not-tied leg over his hip and it’s almost like we clicked together, satisfying like Legos or puzzle pieces. I settled in underneath him, such a cozy fit.

He fucks with generosity, enthusiasm, and expertise. This is why you should always fuck married guys—they may have less time to play, but while they’re here, they really make it count. I may have said some or all of that thought out loud in the moment.

Another thing I had to say our loud mid-fuck was “Oops, I forgot to ask about aftercare. We can snuggle after, right?”

“Oh, of course,” he said “Though I can’t stay too long, there’s work tomorrow.”

My arms had long since been untied. The thigh rope may have been tied to the headboard. My legs were up around his shoulders and I was coming and coming and coming, ready to invite him to come too, when Cloudbusting came on, of course it did. The perfect way to send off the Kate Bush summer, in ecstasy.

Heck yeah, something good is gonna happen, it almost always does. (“Just saying it can even make it happen…”)

His aftercare was, unsurprisingly, sweet, warm, and cheerful. He told me I had been a good girl, of course, that I’d done a good job. He ran his perfect hand from my hip to my waist to my shoulder and told me that I deserve to feel this good.

I can’t wait, can’t wait, can’t WAIT to see him again. That’s next Monday.

Mr. Sweetheart’s Maybe Pile

You’d think I’d know by now, after two years of getting shocking amounts of well-being from friends-and-family Zooms, that video chats can result in profound warmth! That’s what happened last Thursday night when I caught up with Mr. Sweetheart after nine long years!

I maybe should also stop being surprised at the way people I’ve loved can stay in my body! It was a very chaste catch-up (I would have to go on quite an internal journey to get to using video chat for sexytimes! But I bet I can get there.) It only took a few minutes of talking to him, for my body to remember what it was like to be tangled up with Mr. Sweetheart—I felt the heat all the way down to my spine, a long-forgotten Tantric-ish magic.

We both had breakups in May, his from a more serious, long-term relationship, but we bonded over being heartbreak twinsies. The relationship he was processing had been (maybe at her request?) monogamous, so he was antsy to get out into the poly world again. Definitely know that feeling!

His sluttily-proactive idea was to make a list of twenty people he might be able to snuggle with and just start reaching out. I was tempted to do the same, but with a 20-sided die. (Which I have because I teach math, I don’t suddenly have enough imagination to D&D!)

I tried a list, expanding it to include not just snuggles but apologies-owed and estranged friends. I got to twenty, but only about five of them were even a little bit advisable, so I’ll keep leaving my adventures to Feeld and fate. (And hoping the Cute Guy at the Car Place someday gets his act together.

I guess Mr. Sweetheart felt some of the same past/present warmth, because he asked if we could be in each other’s maybe piles. I said an unequivocal YES. He lives like 6 states away, but we’ve put monthly video chats on the calendar. I could see going to visit him and REALLY MAKING THE MOST of some summer weekend. I’ve already relaxed into his body again, so there’s lots of fun to hope for.

Best of all, he’s going to join me in my knot-learning quest! He’s already an excellent rope top (I VIVIDLY remember a REALLY good handle…) but it hadn’t occurred to him that he could be practicing on himself. I’m so pleased to be a good bad influence. Let the Summer of (Knotty) Romance proceed!