He was still hard. I asked him to give me a break, and he said, "yeah my endurance is a problem," all chagrined, and I'm like, please.
So we talk. "What exactly do you eat?" I asked him, looking for the source of his stamina (Viagra didn't occur to me until later). He laughed and said he eats a lot of vegetables. We chatted, he played with my hair, we made out. Then we did it all again and ended with a marathon missionary that got super-intense. As I thrust up to meet T's thrusts, I closed my eyes and turned away because meeting his gaze was too much. It was sooo good the whole thing strained credulity. Imagine that. I was living it and even to me this whole "episode" seemed too good to be true.
Barely 15 minutes after my last (extremely frustrated) post, I received a text from a very cute very horny guy in Brooklyn. I had responded to his ad looking for a casual hookup a few days ago on craigslist (crazy I know, but I was sooo horny). He liked my pictures (fully dressed, nothing nasty) and got back to me and we made arrangements to meet. As I traveled to meet him, I texted his name and address to a good friend of mine in case of an emergency (like if I disappeared without a trace). I was so horny that the real danger of the situation didn't occur to me until later. This is why I need regular sex. So I don't lose my mind and do shit like this. It must be a combination of middle age hormones and the roaring comeback from celibacy.
Despite the fact that my Catholicism lies in tatters, I will light a candle to thank whatever guardian angel was watching over me yesterday.
As for the Terminator, I will never look at nice nerdy guys the same way again. I wouldn't have looked twice at this guy -- very unassuming and slim athletic build. Who knew the depths/heights of sexual prowess T is hiding? He's totally the IT guy in your office. Will I see him again? Obviously I want to, but its up to him. I'm not sure what journey he's on with the whole craigslist thing, our meet was for a casual hook up and I don't want to complicate things. He is very definitely the best lover I've ever had by far. I know we have spectacular sexual chemistry so we'll see. I would love a FWB situation with him (that's Friends With Benefits for the clueless out there).
There is no sleep like the sleep of the thoroughly fucked. No, not the post O coma that is so restorative, but the sleep that overtakes you after you've spent hours being tended to by a man with the equipment and the know-how to turn you to jelly. Nite-nite.