C'est Fin

“There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.” ― Shannon L. Alder

Have I just turned the page (fingers crossed,) or closed the book (in tears)?

I officially stood up for what is right for me. Put my long term interests on the front line. I ended it with the Grasshopper. I told him I don't want to continue the charade.

I told him I should not have had him over yesterday.
He said he had a feeling.
I asked how?
He said He knew because I knew.

Get out of my head!!
Do I really read that easily?
Ugh!

Sage

My bed smells like Sage, sweat and sweet memories...

Jimminey Cricket!

So much for endings...

He invited himself over. I obliged him.

He kissed me
I sighed

He undressed me
I quivered

He licked me
I melted

He filled me
I climaxed

I moaned
He exploded

I'm such a fool. At least he's not making promises. I know where he stands.
I'm going to maintain my emotional distance and play along. Every young buck needs a fantasy affair.
He's blurring lines with the sweet caressing and goodbye kisses though.

On a lighter note, the following conversation legitimately took place this afternoon!

Him: I'm going to have to take this sweater off
Me: But it is SUCH a cuuuuute sweater!
Him: That it is, but it will look cuter on the floor.

Seriously. A LINE was used. While already in the throes of intimacy, a line was used!

All the more reason to find him absolutely adorable... ahhhh

Over before it began

I told him I want to remain friends.
Casual sex doesn't work for me anymore.

When this began it the me for a loop.
I thought he was kidding around at first about us being physical. Then I found out he was definitely serious.
Shame on him.

I caved anyway.
Shame on me.

He didn't much respect me anyway anyway so if course he wasn't upset when I told him " Maybe we should get back to what I thought was going on originally. If I invite you to do anything it will strictly be as friends without benefits."

Aye!

Too much to handle

He's amazing, don't get me wrong. With his bedroom talent and his general personality alike. He's a catch. He's also not interested.

I agreed to the circumstances...

I don't think I can do it.
I don't think I can be purely casual with such a prospect.
I don't think I can keep my emotions compartmentalized.

I'm doomed because I crave him.
My bed smells like his cologne and I get intense flashbacks when I lay down.

I'm doomed!

Mind blown

He came over last night and I made the night all about him.

He's harder too handle than most average men. I gave it a good old college try.  It took a lot of work but he came with force and ferocity. I'm proud if myself.

Then he turned the table and went for me manually. I couldn't give in. He got me to the brink and I just couldn't let go. I don't want to get to involved and he was making it very sensual.

Ahhhhhh!

Grasshopper

He's so young and so willing to please.

I know I'm in for a treat.

He's younger than I am but still more mature than anyone I have ever been involved with.

We made plans to wait until next week until next week but he wants to come over tomorrow.

Still upside down...