I have been jaded for a while. I may have had my own bouts of 'infatuations' and then afterwards, I am over them. I seldom write about men I actually fell for but perhaps in order for me to let go of these feelings, I needed to write about it and just throw it out to the world, the universe, rather. (Props to those who got that :p)
I met a guy recently. Let us call him Mike. I met Mike in the online dating website I frequent to. When I met him, I was sort of already seeing this other guy (due to differences in interests he and I eventually went separate ways)but eventually had my entire attention to Mike.
When I first met Mike, I had no expectations --- like zero, zilch, nada. Why? It was for the simple reason that Mike prior to us meeting already insulted me by asking the question whether we would meet as friends or was it a date. The insulted, 'older' me said snappily, "of course it is not a date, you are way too young for me." In fact, he is. His picture alone clearly reminded me of our age difference. Mike is white and although I have not really been dating American Caucasians, it is not a bad thing for me. Plus, his height clearly was in my preferred range. Nonetheless, friends was what I said so friends it will be.
I met Mike and his best friend we shall call Karl at a major and busy area in the city where I live. After some frustrating messages, I eventually found them just as he described. The first thing I noticed was Karl being very young and I was like, wow, they are really way out of my league. And then I briefly glanced at Mike. He did not look 6'2 as he said but it was apparently because his back was always hunched hence. His look was very typical American boy next door; not handsome handsome but definitely not bad looking. Plus I like how he easily smiled back at me. I brought them to an izakaya place where they both said they wouldn't be able to order if I weren't with them. We then had coffee at another place within the area then we parted ways. No holding hands. No kiss. No arm brushing. No hugs. In short, it was the most wholesome date I have ever had in a while.
We both then went to our respective ways after. That same night, Mike sent me the picture from the izakaya place (coz my phone was dead earlier) and also told me how he and his friend enjoyed the place I told them. As I was gonna be busy, I did promise him that I will show he and his friend some more areas before they leave.
We did not text the following day.
Two days after we met(Saturday), he began texting me more and I guess that's where the flirting began. And before I knew it, we were talking (chatting) about him checking me out and me totally oblivious about it. Over the course of the next couple of days, Mike and I would send messages but my entire impression of him was still an innocent boy with his kind eyes and boyish demeanor. Not that of someone I would be intimate with.
But all those dissipated when Mike and I met again for the second time. He was still somewhat shy but as soon as I made the first move of reaching for his hand, everything else felt natural and automatic between the two of us. As soon as we arrived to the Airbnb place he shares with Karl, Mike and I were more relaxed with each other. Karl was there at their place so Mike and I were just joking around on their place's sofa. It was relaxed and fun -- not my usual pre-sex moves. Karl, as if on cue, suddenly had to leave their place at midnight. I then looked at Mike (suddenly shy) but he said Karl may have to buy something. And in my mind, I was like, "yeah right."
As soon as Karl left, I became self-conscious of Mike. I still see him as an innocent boy but I have to admit that on that night, he suddenly became someone else in my eyes. Being intimate with him somewhat made me excited but I still did not know how it would turn out. What if I disappoint him? After all, he was still way younger than me not to mention different culturally. Such insecurities came to mind but were soon to be erased when he and I went to the other room. I was scared of being close to him. It was weird because I was never the type to be overwhelmed with things like this but he and I soon snuggled towards each other, and boy, it felt good. His body frame accommodated my body perfectly. His face fell strategically on my forehead which gave him perfect access to my forehead. It was blissful. Refreshingly, it did not feel like it was going to be a one night stand. Mike's body was not perfect and so was mine but for me, it was what I would have asked for. We started caressing each other and I have to admit that for an innocent boy, his hands clearly were not innocent enough. He expertly went through my top and easily removed my bra. He sucked my tits and boy, it did feel good. He sucked them so softly at first and then with persistence later on. Soft and eager, just the way I like it. It was also not so saliva-ish. I am slowly beginning to lose my mind.
Then Mike and I kissed. I was surprised by the kiss. As soon as his lips touched mine, I felt a spark that I would only feel for men I care for. I thought to myself: this is not good yet at that time, I did not have time to think, what I only wanted was to continue kissing this sweet, seemingly innocent boy on top of me...
(continued here...)
★ Piper ★
Sunday, July 23, 2017
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