I'm in love with a great guy, but we are bad together...Anyway, I went to see his band play last Saturday and was determined to bring him home from the bar...Though I had been drinking all night (thanks to the kind consideration of a hot bartender named Brenda), I was stone cold sober when his band got finished and he came off of the stage. I went up to him and asked if he'd come home with me...he said he had to help pack the equipment and then take it back to their practice space. Needless to say, I thought I'd be getting the shaft and not in a good way. But then he smiled at me and said "hold on."
Long story short, back at my house, he and I were lying on my bed, talking about work. How intimate it is to be let in on someone else's life. How wonderful it is to lie next to the one person who gets you...and to not be in pain. As we talked, he began to run the tips of his fingers over my cheek. The conversation continued, aided by the touching. I ran my nails along his arms, and listened to him, glad to be in his world again. He took my hand, and began to suck my fingers. First kissing the tips, then the knuckles, then licking their length, and finally taking them into his mouth individually. I could only coo.
He smiled at me, pleased that I was enjoying myself, pleased that he was having such an affect on me. Then he leaned in to kiss me. The scruff of his face teasing my skin, his soft lips sucking mine, his firm tongue exploring my mouth. He's the only person I've ever kissed that really knows how to kiss. He's forceful when he should be, soft when he should be, and knows how to use his tongue.