WE FUCKED AND IT WAS INCREDIBLE.
Sorry, I’m very excited. Let me start over.
Last night, T and I drove to Arkansas to go to a concert together. A band I have liked for at least twenty years, but never seen live. When I bought the tickets I had intended to go with a friend of mine but that didn’t work out, so I asked T if he’d like to go with me instead. I am so glad I did.
The drive up there was nice. We talked, listened to music, and hung out. The chemistry between us is so easy and relaxed. It’s hard to believe we only met a week ago. Being with him is so peaceful. It feels like we’ve known each other for much, much longer. I don’t think we’ve had a single awkward moment since we met.
We got to our hotel and checked in, dumped our stuff in the room, and got a ride to the concert. We arrived as the opener was finishing up their set, and found our seats. He went in search of beer and food for us while I stayed in my seat. I was tired from work and driving and honestly didn’t want to move anymore. He came back with our supplies and had a quick introduction to another friend of mine who was there too. Then the show started.
I had my beer, and I took a hit from his weed vape. Just one. It was all I needed. The crossfade was real, but I was feeling good. I had dressed to impress, and he seemed to approve of my sartorial decision-making. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me, and I was more than ok with that.
As the concert progressed, we got more and more debaucherous. At one point, I was grinding my ass against his crotch and I could feel his hard dick between my butt cheeks. He put his hands around my throat several times, and I melt for that shit. And he knows it. I was so turned on. I couldn’t wait to get him back to our room and take full advantage of him. I think eventually our behavior may have been leaning toward obscene. Apparently, people were looking at us. Let them look.
The concert was fantastic, the band sounded incredible, and I was wound up about as tightly as it is possible for me to be. We got back to the hotel as quickly as possible. Once we were in the elevator, I glanced around quickly to check for cameras. I didn’t see one, and I grabbed him and began to kiss him passionately. We reached our floor, I took his hand, and dragged him down the hall to our room. I let him have enough time to empty his pockets before I grabbed him again and pulled him toward the bed.
The outfit I wore afforded him easy access to my junk. Which he quickly discovered and exploited. I told you last time that he is incredible at cunnilingus but this was even better. Absurdly good. Legs trembling and blood-curdling screams good. But I wanted more. This was our fourth date, and I wanted all of him this time. Fortunately, he was very happy to oblige
I had been slightly nervous about how our sex was going to be. I have had sex with a fairly substantial number of people, and in my experience thus far, the majority of men are either good at going down or good at fucking. Rarely are they both, particularly if they are exceptional at one. Well, friends, I am happy to report that T is both. HOLY SHIT. It was fantastic. 10/10. Standing ovation. Absolute fucking fire.
We lay together and talked for a long time afterward. Being close to him like that feels truly wonderful. I’m definitely feeling some feels here, and I’m going to roll with it. He certainly appears to be in the same headspace as I am. I’m not scared.
Today, we woke up, fooled around some more, and eventually I dragged myself out of bed so we could go eat some actual food. A place he recommended. It was delicious. All of it. He has excellent taste, clearly.
Our next stop was an art museum where we spent a gorgeous afternoon admiring all sorts of beautiful work. And making up narratives for the characters in some classical paintings. It was a blast. We still couldn’t keep our hands off of each other, though we were a little more reserved than we had been at the concert.
By the time I drove us back, I was feeling very tired. We listened to lots of music, but talked little. However, the silence between us was not uncomfortable, quite the opposite. I took him to where we had left his car and we kissed goodbye. Then we kissed some more. And some more. And then a little more.
I’ll be seeing him again very soon and I can’t wait. Everything about this feels right, and I’m so excited to keep exploring this connection.
Fat and Slutty 