August 10, 2010
A Guest Post by MISTY
My Most Stimulating Date Ever.
I’m basically new to the dating scene, as I was out of circulation, in a seven year relationship up until recently. Now that I’m back in the game, I have to say that things are really different. It seems that technology and the internet have changed the rules a fair bit. Luckily, I’m a woman who readily embraces change…
Earlier this year, my girl friend Susan, was going on and on about how great the writing of a male erotica writer, she’d discovered was. She had discovered this writer, who I’ll call X, when she stumbled upon his blog one day while she was killing some time online.
“Girl, X is such a wonderful writer. His stuff is so sexy. You should really check out his blog. I know you’ll love it,” she gushed, almost every time we spoke. “I think that if you two ever connected you’d really hit it off.”
Yeah, whatever. “Okay, I’ll check it out soon.” I’d say dismissively. Susan is a real romantic and I wasn’t about to get swept away in her fantasy. Also, as well as she knows me, she could hardly say she knew anything about X, so how the hell would she know if we would hit it off? Besides what people post on their blogs doesn’t always reflect who they are in real life, right? Little did I know that Susan’s prediction about me and X would prove to be completely right.
When I finally got around to reading X’s blog on a particularly cold February afternoon, I was pleasantly surprised when I saw his picture on his About Me page. Mmmmm. Yummy! Not bad on the eyes at all. I started to read his first post and soon realized that X was much more than a pretty face. I sat reading for hours, as I sipped my wine, completely mesmerized by the passion conveyed in his stories. It seemed every word had been carefully chosen to form each of the perfectly crafted sentences that sent waves of titillating stimulation to my brain.
Someone out there thinks the same way I do! X was clearly open-minded, intelligent, and articulate. I relished every word as if they were tiny spoonfuls of a chocolate sundae, and I licked my lips in satisfaction, with every enticing thought they brought me. I was so moved by X’s writing that I left him a comment. I can’t remember what I said, but I must have made an impression, because moments later I received an email from him. When I saw his message waiting for me in my inbox, I was truly shocked. I read his message and replied, and for awhile we engaged in small talk over email. But then, one day he asked me to DM him on twitter. I was nervous. All I could think was, “Why would this amazing, handsome, intelligent, and articulate man want to keep talking to me?” Despite my doubts about how well things would go, I agreed to chat with him anyway.
To my surprise it all went well. For the first time in a long time I was actually inspired by a conversation I had with a man. I enjoyed every minute of it. During our discussion no subject was taboo and everything we discussed was interesting. In one moment it was so raw I could feel my body percolating, and in the very next I’d be laughing uncontrollably at one of his ridiculous jokes.
I was so intrigued by X, and I marveled at the fact that I could be so turned on by a man without being able to touch him, hear his voice or even see him. Never before had a conversation (face to face, on the phone or otherwise) with a man left me feeling excited, energized and soooo damn horny.
It felt like time stood still as we chatted that day and I didn’t want it to end. Apparently X felt the same way, because when the sun rose the next morning we were still at it. I was really tired but I couldn’t bring myself to end our chat. I was afraid to let X, my salacious provocateur, go for fear that we would never connect like that again. I hoped that our chat would not just be a one time thing…
Sorry folks, but I’m going to have to leave you guessing on whether X and I connected again. After all, a girl has to have some secrets. But my long DM session with him reaffirmed something already knew. The brain is the sexiest organ we have, and mine was fucked over and over again that night. I was on a different plane as we spoke, nothing else mattered. To have had the chance to see, touch, and kiss him would simply have been the cherry topping on my chocolate sundae. Just an extra added bit of delicious.