I changed a previous post, not by much, but I think that this version is better.
I want you to help rub out the kinks.
I want you to scratch the itches I can’t reach.
I want your arms to pull me close when I’m crying.
Even if neither of us knows why.
Because, with you, I feel safe and protected.
I want you to help me find myself when I am lost.
I want your inner calm when I am too upset to think clearly.
I want your attentiveness.
Respond to me.
I want your gratitude.
I want your reciprocation.
Tell me you want me, too.
I want your inclusion.
I want your love.
Scorpio took me out to a lovely dinner for out first ‘date’. Afterwards, we returned to ‘his place’ for an evening in (I don’t think he expected it to go as far as it did. Actually, I think I surprised the hell out of him all night long!).
At first it was awkward because his entire family was still up and, until that moment, I was not aware that he was living at his brother’s house with his two brothers, a niece and a nephew.
When I first walked in I met his niece. She was a total sweetheart. We chatted while I was sitting on the couch waiting for Scorpio to use the restroom and get us some water.
After he returned, he led me down to the basement because his niece and nephew (both teenagers) were going to bed and that’s where the ‘grown-ups’ hang out later at night. There I met his older brother, his brother’s girlfriend and a neighbor.
Truthfully, I was a little overwhelmed. I didn’t expect that I would be meeting his entire family that night and Scorpio had already told me he’s quite a ladies man. I really didn’t know what they were thinking – but they were all very nice to me 🙂
We sat down across from each other at the table to play a game of chess. Everyone else was sitting on the couches watching TV and smoking pot and/or drinking beer.
There was a grow room off through one of the doorways and the basement smelled of growing marijuana plants. Mmmmm… My kind of basement…
Once we were done setting up our pieces, his brother came over and offered us a hit off the pipe as Scorpio poured me a shot of Vodka extra smooth (it was a little like drinking the flames of hell. Yeah. Smoooooooooooooth! *cough*cough* but the smoke was nice).
We all talked while Scorpio and I played our game of chess.
Not long after, everyone finally retired to their rooms (his brother’s girlfriend on the way out, made a comment about how she’d been trying to get the other guys to leave to give us some privacy. Then she winked at me).
We moved over to one of the couches and relaxed. I asked what he thought should be his reward for winning.
The poor guy! I guess he didn’t expect the question. Or to be rewarded for winning! He was completely speechless, looking at me like a deer caught in my headlights.
“I think *I* can probably figure something out,” I winked and leaned in to kiss his luxurious lips (something I had been enjoying all throughout the evening).
I made short work of unbuttoning and removing his pants, sat him back down on the couch, then wrapped my mouth around his dick and kissed and slurped and enjoyed the hell out of him for about 10 minutes.
“Stop!” he said. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth right away. I want to feel inside that wet pussy. Climb up here and get on top of me.”
Anxiously, I slid the condom down his dick with my lips. As soon as I felt him completely inside of me, I came. My body shuddered over him. When the tremors slowed and I started to catch my breath, he pressed his thumb against my clit and began gyrating his hips below mine.
I could feel every bit of him…
And then he came.
As he orgasmed, he bit me! Hard!! Leaving a teeth mark with a hickey on my inner left shoulder. I didn’t realize it until later, after he did it again. I went into the bathroom to get a washcloth and saw the two bite marks on my shoulder. One was up my neck enough that I was a little shocked! I would have to be careful what I wore for the next couple of days.
When I returned to clean Scorpio off, I pointed at the marks on my neck/shoulder and said, “You bit me and gave me a couple hickeys, dude!”
“I’m sorry,” He replied, “But I told you that I bite and suck.”
We laid naked on the couch together watching recorded television, having sex and kissing until almost 5 o’clock in the morning (and it was a work day! I still had to go home and get ready). No matter, it was so hard to tear myself away.
And it was the same for him. He was already making plans to see me again, to fix my car and to come with me on my February Sk8cation…
Two days later I told him that my shoulder was still sore where he bit me, but I liked it. It reminded me he was there and I could still feel his teeth pressing in to my flesh.
I am the oldest woman he has ever had sex with, dated, went out with, etc…
The first time he’s slept with (or dated) a white chick.
The first time he’s ever been deepthroated (this surprised the hell out of me! Period! He told me he was a ‘player’ and I didn’t doubt that).
The first time he’d ever played a game of chess with a date (and his prize was a blow job!).
Things we have in common:
He roller skates. (In fact, it is now confirmed that he will be joining me on my February Sk8cation in Phoenix!)
He works on cars.
He loves anime – the same shows as me (ex: Space Dandy).
He buys almost all of his clothing at the thrift shop.
He is fairly health-conscious. His idea of something filling is a nice, big salad or some sushi.
We are both trying this new self-confidence thing and it seems to be working out nicely for the both of us.
Things I like about him:
He plays chess.
He has a motorcycle.
He is extremely fit.
He isn’t Christian, but he is spiritual. His childhood was spent not celebrating Christmas.
There is a giant Buddha picture in his (brother’s) living room.
He smokes weed and likes drugs. I stay away from the ‘scary’ ones now, but I still like to have fun! (I can’t wait to trip with him. And he said he would be with me if I wanted to try Ecstasy.)
He listens to old school R&B and knows an amazing amount of jazz songs and musicians.
He doesn’t play an instrument but really, really wants to learn how to play the piano. (*I* have a piano and know how to play. At one point in my life, I wanted to be a music teacher.)
He had a speech impediment when he was a child and was in Special Ed for a lot of the time. You would never know that now; he speaks wonderfully.
General things that may, or may not, be bad:
He was a ‘bad kid’ during high school – dropped out of school at the end of 8th grade, joined a gang, etc… We really didn’t go deep into detail on that. I’m sure that, if we continue to see each other, I will learn more.
The drug thing… But we already talked about it and my issues. I am confident this will not be a problem for me.
He’s very, very clean! I tend to be a little lazy in this department. I could learn a lot from him.
He’s only 29… *sigh* I could teach him a lot??? A 14-year age difference makes me feel a little strange sometimes, but I really like him.
He’s single. Attachment??
He’s a player — but that could be a good thing. Maybe that means he won’t get attached because he has other women in his ‘line-up’.
Simply put, I am really really looking forward to spending more time with this man and getting to know him better…