Wiseguy

He was the definition of sexy.

Tall, handsome in a rugged way, and big chested with a voice like he gargles with glass, I found him totally irresistible.

And miracle of miracles, he liked me too.

Before I knew it we were the only two people in the room.

He told me I was terrible at flirting and he was probably right.

I have two modes: shy and full-out.

This time around I was shy and unsure with occasional bursts of boldness.

First, I sent a friend to find out if he was married or attached to someone.

When I found out he was single, I actually leaned across the bar, right in front of him, and stared at his lips until he came closer and said, “What are you going to do now?”

“Well, seeing as how I can’t get any closer, I’m going to stare at your lips until you close the distance between your lips and mine,” I said.

“Or, you could grab me by the back of my head and pull me to you,” he suggested cheekily.

Wish granted!

When he finally kissed me my whole body got into it.

It was intense.

Consuming.

Before I knew it, we were in his RV fooling around to the light of my LED kitty ears.

Ah, Burning Man, how much I love thee!

Wiseguy

He was the definition of sexy.

Tall, handsome in a rugged way, and big chested with a voice like a radio star, I found him totally irresistible.

And miracle of miracles, he liked me too.

Before I knew it we were the only two people in the room.

He told me I was terrible at flirting and he was probably right.

I have two modes: shy and full-out.

This time around I was shy and unsure with occasional bursts of boldness.

First, I sent a friend to find out if he was married or attached to someone.

When I found out he was single, I actually leaned across the bar, right in front of him, and stared at his lips until he came closer and said, “What are you going to do now?”

“Well, seeing as how I can’t get any closer, I’m going to stare at your lips until you close the distance between your lips and mine,” I said.

“Or, you could grab me by the back of my head and pull me to you,” he suggested cheekily.

Wish granted!

When he finally kissed me my whole body got into it.

It was intense.

Consuming.

Before I knew it, we were in his RV fooling around to the light of my LED kitty ears.

Ah, Burning Man, how much I love thee!

Austin

I know.

I’m not supposed to think about Austin.

And for the most part, I don’t.

But occasionally, when I remember him in a towel in his living room, playfully teasing me, I have to stop, relish the memory, and write a blog post.

I mean, how often does a woman get thoroughly turned on by a man simply by looking at him?

How often does a woman get to savor the playful side of a half-naked man?

How often does a man as handsome as Austin come along?

And have you seen his abs, cuz these are them…

I enjoy my memories of Austin, just like I enjoy the memories of my other lovers.

They remind me that I’m a living, breathing, passionate woman.

And that occasionally, the stars really do line up for me and throw me someone wonderful.

Sometimes my treat is Orgasmic Meditation and the loving community that comes with it.

Sometimes my treat is a bonus at work.

And S O M E T I M E S, my treat is a hot, half-naked man with the face of Adonis, a great big bed to roll around on, and a bong.

Just sayin’