My First Man…

I lied there eyes closed… ready to drift away. He walked in quietly, so quietly in fact I almost wondered if he wanted me to know he had come in at all. Naked, my back to him, he gently and slowly peeled back the sheet draped over my body to just barely cover my ass. As he ran his hands and fingers firmly down my back he leaned into my ear and whispered, “How is the pressure?”

I smirked… “Perfect. I like it deep.”

I had never had a male massage therapist prior to this afternoon. I liked it. A day at the spa never did anyone wrong… and today was no exception… a pedi, mani, facial and massage were a wonderful way to end the weekend.

I spent Friday evening hanging with LaLo. I returned to a dark home, the fireplace aglow and Sting playing… I grabbed a book and read by firelight (truly delightful)… waking up a few hours later as the white-faux-fur blanket I had covered myself with failed to do it’s job, I crawled into my warm bed.

Saturday afternoon I went to lunch with LaLo and mom (I think I’ve nearly officially been adopted). Mom is awesome. As soon as we arrived she told me how beautiful I looked. Throughout the meal she continued to go on (more so than normal) about how I just looked radiant… glowing even. My ego inflated like a helium balloon preparing to take flight. She then asked me if I was pregnant. *POP* Thanks mom. No.

I returned home to watch football, read and drink champagne. Now, generally I am an even tempered person. I don’t easily get mad or angry, that’s just not my style. I rarely get pissed at people and I almost never yell. However, this all goes completely out the window when watching football.

Da Bod called Saturday while I watched the Alabama / LSU game, as we spoke Alabama lost in fucking overtime. I hung up on Da Bod mid-sentence and threw my phone across the room, yelled, stomped and cursed. I hate losing. Thank God Oregon won… or it would just be over.

Saturday night LaLo, her friend Tut and I went out for cocktails… As I had been self-medicating the wounds of the loss for the afternoon, the last thing I needed was the shot of tokillya… I mean tequila… Tut had ordered to begin our festivities. Follow that with my mandatory Black Mamba(s) and I can not be held responsible for anything that may occur.

I awoke this morning in my bed, head raging, but thankfully alone… although I had faint memories of going back to LaLo’s last night with her and Tut, and having this odd feeling that there were other guys there besides Tut. When I asked LaLo about it this morning... she was *not* happy.

Apparently a drunk OCG made some comment to one of the guys at the table next to us about his lack of brought-upsies as he rested his feet upon the table… we bantered a bit… then I (again apparently) invited them to come see the “penthouse view”… so we all piled into Tut’s car and returned to our building… we however only got as far as LaLo’s apartment where I proceeded to pass out fall asleep briefly in her bed… finally I made it up the last flight of stairs to my house… while she and Tut got stuck entertaining my invited guests… oops. My bad.

As it didn’t happen if I don’t remember it, any stories of someone sitting and straddling one of the guys while flirting is pure fallacy.

Needless to say, the strong hands of a man rubbing my naked body today was definitely needed.



:back of hand to forehead: My life is so rough…