The Sex Was So Hot… Then Came My Desire for Intimacy
Is sex always about forming a deep soul bond?
The night started out hot.
We played pool & I wore a low cut shirt, knowing I’d be leaning forward over the table in front of him to take my shots.
He would touch my back lightly as he passed behind me.
I’d brush his neck with my lips, for just a brief moment, before his shot.
“Are you trying to distract me?” he accused, playfully, and I wrapped my arms around him from behind, kissed his ear and murmured, “Maybe.”
After the game, which I lost, we sat and talked. It was a good talk — we’ve gotten to this place of easy friendship after a long period of feeling things out.
At this stage, he’s a friend I’m just as excited to talk with as he is a lover I can’t wait to fuck.
As we sat there discussing creative projects, academia, and cheese, we kissed a few times. He lingered at my lips, asking for more. I’ve found that he enjoys a bit of exhibitionism, some PDA, but I pulled away, not quite as comfortable… and to save some for the bedroom.
Or, as it turned out, the entryway of his apartment — we didn’t make it to the bedroom.
