I just rolled in from a night with R-. He texted me last night around 11pm to see if I wanted to go to his place for a drink and soak in his hot tub. I’m a big fan of drinks, sex, and soaking in hot water so I hit pause on the DVD I was watching and drove over there. I mean really, Babylon 5 can wait another day.
It’s funny, I’ve never dated anyone with a hot tub before. Consequently, my experiences with them have been limited to venues of a more public nature. The idea of going to one of those pay by the hour hot tub places with the private rooms has never appealed to me. I feel squeamish about what might be floating in the water from the last people. But I digress.
It was nice to soak, chat, get a foot rub, make out, and go down on him in the tub. I’ve always wanted to try that. The trick to not having to go under water and risk drowning was to cause him to float with my hands supporting his ass. His cock is freaking huge, but I may have mentioned that before. I’m always just a little surprised by it because he’s otherwise such a skinny guy. This notion that there’s not much difference in size between cocks is bullshit. They all have their charms if a guy knows what to do with what he has but, I’m just sayin’, there’s a difference.
We eventually moved into the bedroom to play. It was yummy. I hadn’t had sex in a few weeks so it was really nice to come with someone I like. Not that I have sex with people I don’t like, but rather it was nice to have another person with me as I came and I really enjoyed it when he came too. The shared experience was more satisfying than flying solo. I suppose that’s kind of a “well, duh.” But, by the end of my marriage, I preferred flying solo to having sex with my husband.
My friend who used to do the online dating sprees once told me that after awhile, casual sex started to feel like masturbation and therefore, he started to prefer masturbation because it was less of a hassle. I’d really like to avoid reaching that point. I think that’s why I try to find a lover or two at a time and stick with them for a bit. Getting to know them and what turns them on is part of the fun and if the sex were a one-off event, I’d miss out on that.
I decided to stay the night to see how it would go this time. Previous overnight stays involved me listening to him snore on the other side of the bed while I felt lonely, which totally sucked. I don’t feel lonely when I sleep alone in my own bed. This time was much better, thank goodness. He didn’t snore as much and we actually spent most of the night with some part of our bodies touching. I don’t need to be draped over the person I’m sleeping with, but I like to be touching him in some way, even if it’s just a foot resting on his. I woke up this morning feeling much more relaxed because of it.
Now, if only he smelled better, I might actually fall for him. But that’s a post for another day. I’ve rambled long enough.
