Designing Intimacy

I Close My Eyes…

When I close my eyes, I can still recall every detail of that day.

That day when I first met “Jefferson.”

I remember that week of torture, the week between when we first corresponded and when we first met. How I daydreamed in class, smiling to myself with my fantasies of what it was going to be like to meet the man behind the words I’d been so engrossed in for the past 3 months.

I was supposed to have lacrosse practice that day, but it rained. I remember getting ready, meticulously picking out every detail of my outfit. I was going to take the bus, but I missed it because of traffic, so I bravely drove in for the first time.

Because I didn’t take the bus, I was a few minutes late. He called me to make sure I was on my way. I assured him I was only 10 blocks away and was about to park. I replayed his words in my head, trying to learn the sound of his voice.

I didn’t bother looking for street parking. It was cold and rainy and I didn’t want to have to walk far. So I parked in the garage under his building.

I can still recall that excitement, not so much nervousness, as I made my way to his door. Well, ok, maybe a little nervousness. At the intercom I dialed the first 2 numbers, but waited a good 10 seconds before finally hitting the third. I can still remember how my heart pounded. When I got to his door I raised my hand to knock, but paused to collect myself.

And then there he was. There I was in his apartment. With him. My brain worked overtime as I registered what he looked like. What my surroundings looked liked. Replacing them with the images I created from reading.

He took my coat and purse and kissed me immediately. I remember relaxing as we just jumped right into it. As he just took control. Exactly as I wanted.

He had me strip until I was just in my black lace undies. He had me close my eyes as he took in the sight of me. I remember fidgeting a bit, my hands clasped in front of me. I wondered what he was thinking. If he liked what he saw.

He touched me, my naked flesh, and my thoughts and worries vanished.

I remember how Jefferson had me kneel and fed me his cock, making me keep my eyes closed. He was gentle at first. He petted my hair and told me I did a good job.

I can picture myself crawling back to his bedroom, and I can still feel the cool hardwood under my hands and knees.

I can still conjure up the excitement I felt climbing into bed with Jefferson for the first time, and the shyness I felt watching him undress for the first time. I thought I should avert my eyes.

I can still vividly recall the trust and submission I felt as he tied me up for the first time and had his way with me.

I can still bring up the level of comfort I felt with him from the very beginning as I drifted off in his arms.

One year later and it still all feels as if it was just yesterday.

You can read my very first post of Designing Intimacy, posted 1 year ago today, here. It’s a fully detailed account of first date with Jefferson. You can also read the first installment of Jefferson’s telling of the story here.

So happy blog anniversary to me, and happy anniversary to you Jefferson, love.

Here’s to many more new adventures…

All Things Sex, Blog, The Beginning | Avah | April 9, 2007

Comments

By FritzVonT, April 10, 2007 @ 11:02 pm

That first blog entry was an eye-opener for me, and made me a fan of you and your writing! I loved living vicariously through you with that first story! Thank you so much for sharing this, and here’s to future writings as well!

Happy bloggiversary!!! And, apparently, happy belated birthday as well!