The morning after my time-out statement, I awoke fresh-faced with a spring in my step... I then managed to have three dates in twice as many days.
Date one
I bumped into a man I used to work with, we were both busy for lunch, so met up for post-work drinks. Without the colleagues that used to fuel our fire and more importantly conversation, there was awkward small talk, until he asked after my now ex-boyfriend. Learning I was single excited him, and a night of passionate kissing followed. In the cold-light of morning, I couldn't help thinking there was no loin-burning desire.
Date two
A bloke I was going to go out with before Christmas texted did I want to meet up? I responded firmly with a "I've died in the time you said you were going to call...", this actually spurred a string of flirtatious texts. As I arrived at the pub, I was greeted with kisses, one applied to each cheek. Immediately I realised without being rip-roaringly drunk (as we had been post-Christmas) there was a void of any real chemistry. Two drinks later and I was on a bus home.
(Post-)Date two
On the bus home I bumped into Jason. He always looked pleased to see me and this time was no exception. We fell back into old ways, and although I was oh-so-tired my body ached for a release, any release.
At mine, it was almost like being with a new lover, fresh skin. His cock felt bigger in my hand, and all of sudden I remembered all the ways he liked to be touched. We fucked twice. The first time, hard and fast, the second, slowly, almost tantric. After, however, I wanted to be on my own, to enjoy my post-orgasmic state, he asked if he could stay, of course he could?!
In the morning, as I was hoping there was time for a quickie, he jumped up, kissed me from head to toe and left, feeling a little frustrated!
(Non-)Date three
A quick catch up with an ex quickly became drinks, dinner and dancing. As he looked into my eyes, I saw his pupils dilate and I was sure he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. He stopped short. I thought I was over this ex, but apparently not.
Is it just that he was one (of the ones) that got away?
Date one
I bumped into a man I used to work with, we were both busy for lunch, so met up for post-work drinks. Without the colleagues that used to fuel our fire and more importantly conversation, there was awkward small talk, until he asked after my now ex-boyfriend. Learning I was single excited him, and a night of passionate kissing followed. In the cold-light of morning, I couldn't help thinking there was no loin-burning desire.
Date two
A bloke I was going to go out with before Christmas texted did I want to meet up? I responded firmly with a "I've died in the time you said you were going to call...", this actually spurred a string of flirtatious texts. As I arrived at the pub, I was greeted with kisses, one applied to each cheek. Immediately I realised without being rip-roaringly drunk (as we had been post-Christmas) there was a void of any real chemistry. Two drinks later and I was on a bus home.
(Post-)Date two
On the bus home I bumped into Jason. He always looked pleased to see me and this time was no exception. We fell back into old ways, and although I was oh-so-tired my body ached for a release, any release.
At mine, it was almost like being with a new lover, fresh skin. His cock felt bigger in my hand, and all of sudden I remembered all the ways he liked to be touched. We fucked twice. The first time, hard and fast, the second, slowly, almost tantric. After, however, I wanted to be on my own, to enjoy my post-orgasmic state, he asked if he could stay, of course he could?!
In the morning, as I was hoping there was time for a quickie, he jumped up, kissed me from head to toe and left, feeling a little frustrated!
(Non-)Date three
A quick catch up with an ex quickly became drinks, dinner and dancing. As he looked into my eyes, I saw his pupils dilate and I was sure he was going to kiss me, but he didn't. He stopped short. I thought I was over this ex, but apparently not.
Is it just that he was one (of the ones) that got away?
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