Babies Got.....
Here's an experience I've missed for a long time....Watching a woman I've made love to dancing. I got to enjoy this singular pleasure the other night at Descent ( A local goth/industrial/techno event ) To top it off the girl I'd been intimate with was without a doubt, the hottest tattooed, pierced, dreaded Cyber girl in the bar... and there was a nice grouping of hot girls there. So, for me this was a double James Bond / Rockstar moment which I just let envelop me. I mean.... this girl could easily go pink here... she's that hot. So, for me she's like my own, private, suicide girl.
just secretly knowing I'd been with her was a major sex ego boost, as we acted as friends in the bar. Which I just relaxed into and let myself enjoy, deep in the back inside my memories of the last few weekends as I watched her move along with " Babies Got An Atom Bomb " - being spun by the D.J.
All of this helped erase the terrible, "Nails against Chalkboard" memory of awful, seasonal Erving Berlin songs that have clung inside my brain like leaches since the start of the "White Christmas" tech week ( which was a singular hell in it's own right... So awful was this particular tech week I've not really wanted to write about it til now, for fear I would rant about people I don't want to relate to here in this forum... After watching this lovely girl dance and let go... I was just doing the same as well in my head, along side memories of this girls amazing maons and groans as she and I came.
The sublimeness of the moment, of watching her move in time with the music, and enjoy herself was that I'd crossed that line from admiring her from afar ( and trying not to stare ) several weeks ago to knowing what it was like to be inside her, enjoy her and pleasure her. And I was just letting myself be pleased with being male and wanted.
I've missed that feeling for a long while.... Many of the women I've been with in the last few months ( I've been having the best year of the best sex ever... since losing my viginity and falsely believing I'd met the woman of my dreams way back in 1991 ) have been amazing on so many different levels. But, I haven't gotten the pleasure to watch a hot girl I've been with... who likes to dance to music I like, since the 90's
It's been far too long....
Here's an experience I've missed for a long time....Watching a woman I've made love to dancing. I got to enjoy this singular pleasure the other night at Descent ( A local goth/industrial/techno event ) To top it off the girl I'd been intimate with was without a doubt, the hottest tattooed, pierced, dreaded Cyber girl in the bar... and there was a nice grouping of hot girls there. So, for me this was a double James Bond / Rockstar moment which I just let envelop me. I mean.... this girl could easily go pink here... she's that hot. So, for me she's like my own, private, suicide girl.
just secretly knowing I'd been with her was a major sex ego boost, as we acted as friends in the bar. Which I just relaxed into and let myself enjoy, deep in the back inside my memories of the last few weekends as I watched her move along with " Babies Got An Atom Bomb " - being spun by the D.J.
All of this helped erase the terrible, "Nails against Chalkboard" memory of awful, seasonal Erving Berlin songs that have clung inside my brain like leaches since the start of the "White Christmas" tech week ( which was a singular hell in it's own right... So awful was this particular tech week I've not really wanted to write about it til now, for fear I would rant about people I don't want to relate to here in this forum... After watching this lovely girl dance and let go... I was just doing the same as well in my head, along side memories of this girls amazing maons and groans as she and I came.
The sublimeness of the moment, of watching her move in time with the music, and enjoy herself was that I'd crossed that line from admiring her from afar ( and trying not to stare ) several weeks ago to knowing what it was like to be inside her, enjoy her and pleasure her. And I was just letting myself be pleased with being male and wanted.
I've missed that feeling for a long while.... Many of the women I've been with in the last few months ( I've been having the best year of the best sex ever... since losing my viginity and falsely believing I'd met the woman of my dreams way back in 1991 ) have been amazing on so many different levels. But, I haven't gotten the pleasure to watch a hot girl I've been with... who likes to dance to music I like, since the 90's
It's been far too long....