Chemistry

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I wanted sex

No strings or ties

But where to start?

I found a site

That seemed just right

For getting laid

That’s all I wanted

A simple profile

Led to 500 replies

I was overwhelmed

And appalled at some

I wanted a connection

Chemistry was key

I replied to a few

A pattern commenced

A handful of messages

A coffee date

Trying to force interest

No real attraction

But it’s only sex

Is chemistry important?

A  stream of fresh hope

One sparks my interest

He sounds a bit different

But perhaps a touch arrogant?

And no flexibility

Too much competition

No thank you sent

Six months pass

Several experiences

Disillusioned by now

I’d rather stay celibate

Profile deleted

A new year commences

I’ll try again

Rewritten profile

I am firm in my words

It scares them away

He appears again

Not remembering me

His profile intrigues me

I send a message

He replies straightaway

 I’m never going to meet him

No more married men

We talk frankly and openly

On a regular basis

I don’t plan to meet him

He tells me about tantra

He wants a regular partner

No more one-offs

But I’m never going to meet him

Eventually I relent

I’m interested in tantric

We meet for a coffee

He’s not what I expected

Not arrogant at all

We kiss in the street

He says I’m great

He’s keen, very keen

I like him a lot

We meet for sex

He’s still very keen

I wonder why

What does he see in me?

We meet each week

For sex in a hotel room

We message each evening

We start to meet socially

And message more frequently

The sex gets more intense

He’s loving and caring

Passion abounds

He tells me often

He’d be lost without me

I feel special and loved

And sexy and desirable

He’s kind and gentle

And good with his hands

The orgasms I give blow him away

He tolerates my rants

And my skewed way of thinking

He never tires of my company

The feeling is mutual

He grins broadly

When we’re together

Because he’s with me

Our kisses are electric

And spark every nerve

Our chemistry is visible

He is my soulmate

We were meant to be

 

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My Special Friend

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This prompt is another suggestion of the lovely Charlie Powell of Sex Blog of Sorts: Friend.

Do you have a special friend? One, more? How did you become friends? How do you classify friendship? Did you have friendships that ended? Why? How did the end of the friendship affect you? Or maybe you have a friend with benefits? Tell us more about that?

I have made no secret, here on this blog, of my search for a ‘friend with benefits’. The background to  this can be found here.

Earlier this year, I met a very lovely man, who is in a similar position to me. We met onlne, as is the norm these days. I had actually rejected his advances for a few months, but his persistence in pursuing me eventually paid off and I agreed to meet him for a coffee.  We subsequently agreed to meet again a few days later at a hotel.

I was incredibly nervous at that second meeting and he attempted to relax me with a sensuous tantric massage. It worked and I eventually started to loosen up enjoy the feel of his hands on my body. I  gave him a blowjob. And from that day things have gone from strength to strength. We usually meet at a hotel once a week but also enjoy each others’ company beyond the bedroom.  We meet for coffee, go for lunch, go away overnight occasionally, speak by phone when we can and exchange several messages each day. Plus other misadventures… We also help each other in our respective work lives as our skills complement each other.

He is very affectionate and tactile, which is very important to me as I love cuddling, fondling and kissing.He loves my boobs and can’t get enough of them. We have similar interests and I have learned a lot about tantric sex and how to give a slow and sensuous lingam massage. Early on in our relationship, we talked about unfulfilled fantasies and sexual experiences, and was very encouraging in this respect. He is keen to watch me with other people and to see the effects of one of my lingam massages…  That is not a request for volunteers…

I  didn’t expect that a friendship of this type could be as loving and caring. I have never felt uncomfortable in his presence and generally feel I can talk to him about most things. He definitely knows more about me than anyone else. I don’t think the terms ‘friend with benefits’ or ‘fuckbuddy’ are really appropriate to describe our relationship. I think the term ‘lover’ is a more accurate description.  It’s not perfect; there is the occasional thing that frustrates me about our arrangement.  And the nature of it means that what  we would like to do  doesn’t always go ahead. But, on balalance, things are pretty good. He knows that I won’t tolerate any bullshit or being messed around. He frequently tells me he feels lucky to have me, and my reply is always to agree that he is very lucky indeed!

He does make me happy and I feel blessed to have him in my life.

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