So many memories of that year and my experiences with S
I had broken up with Chuck again and felt very low. He has hooked up with two of what I thought were my friends and on top of that, had always been sexually unsatisfying and cold to me. I knew this relationship was going no where- and on top of that that it wasn’t all my fault this time. I realized that he was a shell of person and could never be a good partner to me. Into that slight mess came S
I had met him a few months prior and had kept in touch in a work context. I always thought there was something sexy about him although in some ways he wasn’t conventionally attractive. However he was rakish- with a curly mop of hair swept up and an oversized camel coat on his 6’2” frame. He always looked to be running around somewhere- filled with energy, booze, and cocaine actually. We texted that night and decided to meet for drinks at Lit.
I don’t even remember how it happened but we ended up making out. His lips- so large and soft- they were the best kisses I had ever felt. The enjoyment of just making out with him was enveloping. To exist just in the moment of the most passionate and yet soft kiss. I have memories just of making out with him, they are so powerful.
We went back to my place— ended up going onto the roof and fucking there. Not even all clothes were off but just primal. After that we slept together all the time. He would call and stay over or just come by…. Or we would go out and end up fucking in a bathroom, on the streets, wherever possible…
In Paris he took me out to some fashion/ Champaigne party out in a massive Chateau. There we snuck away and ran around the gardens, going from area to area until we passed through a gated wall into a hidden, back garden. In the light of the moon we saw a swing and started fucking in that. I came so quickly and often. Then we ran back to the party- always laughing and not serious.
Other times I would leave him- make out with him at a party but go back with Corey one night… or on another night with Alex when I first met him. He never seemed to care and always just wanted to make sure I was ok. I knew he was sleeping with other people. He was clearly some sort of sex addict… but seemed to always be there for me when we were together.
Another night in Paris – also after a French Vogue party- we ended up making out and then fucking in the streets, we just didn’t care. Somehow the experience of being with him was so all encompassing- desire and nothing else in the best way. He could make me come so many times without any sort of effort as if our bodies came just by being together. He made me feel things in my body I don’t feel any longer.
When I started dating my boyfriend Alex, he didn’t say anything… just hung out and was cool. After it all starting going down in flames, he wrote me an text just saying I deserved much better than how Alex was treating me. He always felt like my friend rather than some guy just trying to get with me. After the breakup I lost even more weight. Alex had encouraged it and said I looked good being so thin (down to almost 100 lbs). Christopher only once said something- that he loved my curves and wished I didn’t lose the weight. That I was beautiful the way I was before.
I never felt jealous of him and his antics- sexual and otherwise. I felt like we never judged each other but just enjoyed the time we had. I still look back on many of those memories as the most erotic I’ve ever had and sometimes the funniest.
I remember going out and picking up some very young guy and making out with him. I realized the guy actually had a fake ID and was only 19. Also he was getting weird and stalkery, so I tried to brush him off. He followed me to a bar in the East Village and kept bothering me to go home with him. I called Christopher and told him everything. He came by and got me in a taxi cab. Suddenly the kid comes running up to us and blocks the cab, then forces the car door open. He keeps screaming that he should be going home with me. Christopher explains in a very sweet voice that “I am sorry kid, but that is simply not going to happen.” The kid tries to lunge into the cab and Christopher very simply takes his foot and ejects the kid ass first onto the ground, shuts the door, and tells the cab to take us uptown. We were just laughing and laughing about it all.
The last time I slept with him was in the Netherlands during a fashion event we all had been invited to. We ended up having a pot brownie and playing hours of air hockey in some random bar and just laughing and laughing until I took him back to my room. The next day he ended up lost and we laughed about that too.
I don’t often think about those times but they are all good memories. I can never go back to those days but I do remember them for what they were and how free I felt.
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