Spent another weekend at K.HAN's; really, it was the same Saturday-Sunday overnight, but nice nonetheless; I studied, he entertained and somewhere in there, I finally focused enough to learn some technique; he does this thing with two fingers and the clitoris where one finger pretty much nails the clit down and stays still while the other massages next to it. So - yah, try that one out at home. Also, he ends up going down on my in such a way that he is perpendicular to my body, instead of paralell - so all the crevices I'm so fond of get just the right amount of attention. Yum.
I knew we were having sex when he brought up his computer, put on Moon Safari and lit candles (even though it was about 5pm ... I mean, we're far north, but the sun was just setting. Whatever, I was wooed); the problem was the problem that we often have with older men - he was stimulated as hell, but couldn\'t get all the way up. And then that presented a condom problem - he likened it to losing his whiskers; he just couldn't figure out where anything was. And he kept taking smoke up breaks ... whether at this point in time, he just fucks better stoned or was trying to feel better about his shortcomings is anyone's guess. At some point, he called half time and we went to shower; after which, he got in my ass and encouraged me to do the same. "I'm not gay," he said, "but I'm kind of gay ... so ... if you wanted to stick your finger up my ass, that'd be cool." So I do (I'm old hand at this, right ? right.) and encounter ... what feels like rope. Rope ! ! Which is FECES. (Why does feces feel like rope !?) SO, after rolling around the bed wailing, "Rope! Rope!" like a madperson, we got up, showered again, and he went to see a magic show. I stayed at home (his, of course) and finished some work. And smoked. And called people, and hung out online. Then he came back, restoked the fire (did I mention that he has a fireplace? did I mention that making out by a fireplace is awesome?) and snuggled up next to me.
Which led to sex, round ii ::: much better. Much much better. Not Sean level sex but really fucking close; better than those fucking undergrads - jeez. But the crowning achievement was this morning, when I crawled on top of him, half asleep, and fucked both him and myself for about half an hour, cumming a record six times (or more; I remember the kanji character for six -- ro -- flashing before my eyes a few times. I haven't had visions like that since Thiago when, in the early days, he would inspire me to see European cities in a wash of light - like a blue Paris or an orange London). Then he dropped me home and blah blah blah.
The weird thing is, I kind of ... don't know what to do with this now. I really like him, but I all but promised him that we were just having fun -- I have a boyfriend, he's rebounding, blah. But yes, a steady is outstanding (even if its just a sex-fueled 36hrs every week for the past two weeks) and comfort is key. Like, yknow, when he peed on me on the shower - that was weird but because it was us, I felt comfortable. And I wasn't on the floor or anything, he kind of sprayed me with his hose. All of which, I can't help but feel, really affects my dating pool ::: the more alternative shit I'm exposed to, the higher my tolerance becomes. When J.HAN spanked me, I had to keep directing - harder, faster, etc. At sex's end, he admitted that he wasn't really into spanking but would indulge me - who knew that these men existed ?