Lately I’ve been spending time with a man about my age. We have a really good time talking, texting, watching TV. He’s also an amazing kisser. When it comes to bedroom chemistry, we’re still finding our groove. It feels so much like when you’re a teenager, insecure about your body being seen by another human and experiencing what it’s like to touch someone else for the first time.
He came over last night. I wore a (white) cropped tank top under a mesh bodysuit (black); both layers were so light, my nipples were constantly showing. Perky little nubs peeking through, hopefully making me look like the sexual deity I was trying to embody. I did up my make up and put on a skirt. And then I had some whiskey to get my bravery up.
It took a while. We made out in bed and that led to teasing him with kisses on his neck and chest which eventually led to me flat out asking, “can I please go down on you for a little while?”