marielmia

Mariel is MIA
2019-01-06 07:54:11 (UTC)

It's all foreplay.

That sorta sums it up for Brian. It's all foreplay. He took me out last night for a belated birthday celebration. He chose this beautiful restaurant with a great ocean view. The food was absolutely fantastic and i did my best not to overeat, but everything was so good. i'd never spring for this place on my own. After dinner, we walked on the beach and spread a blanket. It felt so nice, him holding me in the cool night air. There was just blackness above us excepting the occasional airplane and the stars. He was calling out the constellations and i strained to imagine i saw what he saw. i love smart guys. i laid across his chest, thinking tonight would be different. Tonight he's giving me reason to move on in my life, to what is real and attainable.

We drove to my place and a stray negative thought popped into my head- why never his place? Well, that's a worry for another time. Be positive, bitch, right? i took a J from my fridge and sorta led him to the bedroom like the Pied Piper. He rubbed my back as we slid into this blissful state. There wasn't the usual excitement for me, that anxiety and anticipation. Maybe the joint was more potent than usual, iDK. But soon enough, we were naked and i gave him every signal that i knew to go ahead . Maybe the weed was too much for him? i mean i know we wouldn't be having that animalistic sex that you know was good by the bruises you find the next day, but this man was very, very loose. We kissed, but it was mainly me doing the kissing. Going down on him got him semihard and i was afraid to go further cause i didn't want push where he wasn't ready to go. And so, we fell asleep. i woke at 7 AM and thought about giving him something to wake up for, and he must have anticipated it. As i started to find my way down there, his arm looped my head, pulling me to him, telling me how wonderful his evening was. Then, he bolted up, went to the bathroom and closed the door. The shower went on and i debated following him. But the door was closed and i didn't know what i should be doing. Too late. Water was off. He came out, wrapped in a towel and told me to take a long shower and he'd have breakfast ready when i was done.

Now, maybe if we were married like 10 years with 2 kids, this might be a great Sunday morning. But there has to be a middle ground between this and M. There has to be, right? Or am i just a whiny bee-atch?




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