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November Write 11

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It is hard to write about even the very recent past and the emotions of the day when you are in an entirely different headspace, but I will try (though it may be brief).

Last night I went to a concert with Diplomat, June, and Star.  We all met up for drinks and chat a couple hours beforehand, along with one of June’s good friends (who wasn’t going to the concert, but wanted the chance to drink and chat).  Afterwards we walked together to the bar the concert was in (all of a block away or so) during the one of the openers, so I got the chance to meet a number of Diplomat and June’s friends from a different community, which was amazing, and made me feel very loved and welcomed.

The space itself was not very large, with a pretty standard set up: stage in the back with dancing/standing space, door in the front, bar on the left, limited seating on the right.  Good light levels.  There was a fair sized crowd for the space – for me, perfect sized for the space.  Not so crowded that I had to keep a scan for my exits going and there was always space to move around.  So that helped me relax immensely.

The singer was a member of a band I knew in college and whose break up concert I went to about eight or so years ago.  I forgot how fabulous his voice was, especially in person.  Wow.  And he chose to engage the audience, actually had us participate in the experience, which made me very happy.  And the music was perfect to move to, to flow to.  And having such a great part of my chosen family with me – that made the experience many times better.  Such joy, love, and compersion.  Just…wow.

As I posted while I was waiting for my pelmini after the show (Delicious Russian dumplings, either in potato or beef, with whatever toppings you order – I got mac and cheese.  So much cheese!  Also, just about the perfect late night food, especially after drinking), it was the happiest I’ve been for a long time.  Pure, unadulterated, delight.

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I Don’t Know Where to Begin…

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About two months ago, I started flirting with a guy at a party – playing with the snappy buttons on his shirt.  I had been drinking.  We had talked a little bit earlier, he had asked me whether I was going to this particular party.  I said yes, because, well, I was.  He said he looked forward to seeing me – nice, but not going in any particular direction.  We talked a little bit and I asked if I could play with his buttons.  “Sure.”  So for the next hour or so I did, much to the amusement of everyone else at the party.  We ended up making out downstairs, me pushing him against the wall.  Lovely subby boy.

We ended up deciding to take it further – checked in about the necessary safer sex stuff, asked about a room, found one.  And oh my the sparks flew.  We played for about an hour the first time – biting, fingering, touching all over.  He made me cum more times than I could count before he even put a condom on and slide his cock in me.  And a couple more times before he finished.  Afterwards we just lay there and talked and touched.

Got up, then ended up going outside to sit in the hot tub with the people still left at the party (it was late), flirting with each other, and playing around with the other folks in the hot tub.  I sat on his lap most of the time.  We ended up going back in.  And repeating the events of earlier with much enthusiasm.

Eventually we ended up going to bed on an inflatable mattress – he fell asleep, I got cold so I couldn’t.  At some point during the night he woke up and saw I was cold, pulled me in close to share his warmth.  I fell asleep right there, so I got a few hours that night.  We showered together the next morning, left with phone numbers and a promise to get together again soon.  And we did.  And have several times since.

We have talked every day since via text – more than two months, for a bit of that across states.  We are officially together – he is my boyfriend, my boy.

I think the rest is worth discussion later.

But for now, meet Grey Sky.