Let’s Talk About Sex And Nothing But It

My whiskey infused breath seeks to taste yours.

MentalDessert
Aug 27, 2017 · 5 min read

I wait for KW to return back with my second old fashioned drink. My eyes take in the sights of multi-colored fairy lights adding brightness to this dive bar. It reminds me of a hole in the wall dingy Wonderland. It has the added mixture of an indie movie that sticks with you after the credits roll.

He returns with my drink in hand and flops down next to me again. It’s a relaxed movement that seems to say we’ve known each other longer than these past few hours.

The worn couch sinks in from his weight and I inadvertently lean into his body. He’s about 5'7" with those long, wavy black locks that I desperately want to run my fingers through. I want to pull on them as his eyes blissfully close and his lips part just so.

I can see it in my mind’s eye as if it’s happening right now. Thinking about sex makes me say it, and I try to fight the urge. The alcohol loosening my tongue doesn’t help and I take a deep breath in.

“I’ve always been with guys that feel like it’s enough for us to just… fucking cuddle. And I’m begging them, desperately, to fuck me and they’re like why does it always have to be sex with you?”

“Seriously? Dear god that’s just ridiculous.”

He stares at me in disbelief and his body leans back as if I burned him with this information. I bring the old fashioned to my lips and take a long, savoring sip. As if I’m wishing the whiskey will banish all of the memories of my endless sexual dry spell I’ve been in.

Years upon years, my mind reminds me.

“I swear, I’ve been tied up before and he’s like well… I’m bored. Just don’t know what to do with you.”

“Huh, I’d know what to do with you,” KW says.

There’s this dangerous edge to his tone that gets me excited. I’m aware of the pulsing between my legs. We keep brushing and bumping into each other. Like our bodies want to find that essential key to unlock the other.

“I’ve been through three years of a sex dry spell,” he admits.

“That’s me just recently… I want to die. I feel like the most essential part of me did die. One of my most loved, most favorite parts of me I’ve always enjoyed.”

I drown my taste buds in more of the whiskey infused drink. We talk about submission and how difficult it is to find connections with other people.

He admits the few women he’s met through this medium are rather boring. And that I’m the epitome of not being boring, which makes me laugh. Hours melt away as we bounce between talking about different kinks.

“I love eating a woman out.”

“Really, hmmm, you’re unusual there.”

“And why do you say that?”

KW tilts his head to the side. His wavy black hair flips with his movements and I resist the urge to feel it between my fingers.

“All the guys I’ve been with hate it. Absolutely. Except for just recently. The last one I had a relationship with for years would pop his head up, after one minute, and be like oh does this feel good? All congested like, gasping for air. You can tell there’s no enthusiasm, so I’m like get out of my trenches, please.”

I shake my head and the ice within my drink clanks as I toss it back. It’s like I’m trying to purge the residual memory from my system with the strong taste of whiskey.

“Man, then he definitely wasn’t doing that shit right.”

“We can totally agree on that, but when they enjoy it… it’s wonderful.”

I say with an appreciative sigh. I love when a man slides his arms underneath my hips to get a better position. The way they seem to take the biggest pleasure in having me squirming, begging for mercy. For some kind of relief only they can give in that moment.

My thoughts are brought back to now as people start to filter slowly out of the bar. I hear myself asking why everyone is exiting. My old fashioned is drained to the last drops and my head fills that buzz you feel when strong liquor touches your neurons.

“They’re closing up, it’s 2am.”

“What the fuck, it’s 2am?! You gotta be kidding me!” I exclaim.

I can’t believe we’ve spent so much time together and it’s just evaporated. I left my phone within my car so I have no concept of how many hours have passed. He gets up first and offers me his hands to be pulled up.

I take his hands in my mine and we bump lightly into each other. We seem to linger with being this near, silently savoring it. I breathe in his light, manly and earthy scent.

I smile as we break away from our closeness. We step outside into the warm, humid air. My eyes glance at my car and I see someone has blocked it and parked behind it. We make our way over to his vehicle and end up hugging each other.

It’s one of those long, extended embraces. Our nervousness has ebbed away to a rampant desire. We still hold back, but hold each other firmly as we sway from side to side like lover’s listening to a slow tune.

“Grab her ass!”

These people shout from their cars as they drive past us. I bust out into a roar of laughter and toss my head back.

“Go ahead, grab my ass,” I say with a laugh.

He doesn’t need a second invitation and I feel his hands slide down. My breath comes out in a sharp gasp as he grips and cups it firmly. It’s the perfect amount of pressure, just firm enough and I press into his body.

“My car is blocked by someone who parked behind it.”

“Want to come in my car to wait until they move?”

I regard him with a speculative look. There’s this awareness of the fact that cars tend to unravel my inhibitions. Something about the enclosed space, away from prying eyes, gets me in a more comfortable space to explore someone.

This is a good, and not so great thing since I’m trying to be well behaved right now. I shift my weight from one foot to the other.

“Hmmm, okay.”

I say and I find myself sliding into his red car. The seats are leather and I turn to face him. There’s something about the enclosed space within a car that my inner freak begs to be released.

I can’t wait to find out if my intuition was right with this darkly handsome man. If he adores his hair being pulled as much as I do. And what we can do to bring endless pleasure to each other’s bodies.


Thanks for reading! ♥️

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I'm unapologetically me with a hard edged view of life. I love to travel and have crazy amounts of fun spaced between quiet moments.

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