Wow, I had an amazing dinner last night! I went out with Denzel, whom I haven’t seen or spoken to since the summer of 2006. He e-mailed me a few weeks ago saying he had broken up with his girlfriend and wanted to know if I was interested in getting together again. I liked him, so I of course said yes.

We met up last night as his place and he took me out to this nice Italian restaurant called Salute. It was a fairly upscale menu, though not too stuffy in atmosphere, which was nice. Though most people who know me know I’m not the most exciting eater. I’m quite picky in fact. But I can at least usually find something at an Italian restaurant.

We decided that night to both be a little adventurous in our selections, so for my main course I decided to pick the lasagna with wild boar and spinach in a bechmel sauce. He was even more daring chosing one of the specials that night of risotto with squid ink and mint.

Ugh. Lol.

My meal was quite delicious. I had cesar salad with yummy fresh dressing, the lasagna, and a yummy warm chocolate souffle dessert with an ooey-gooey center.

Denzel didn’t have as good as luck. He liked his steak tartare, but the risotto came out, and really it was as disgusting as it sounds. I didn’t dare try it, but it came out and it was this gray mess of a meal. Denzel said it was both fishy and bland at the same time, and then came the mint. He had 4 bites and that was all he could manage. Dessert was on the house that night.

Like last time, I sat through the dinner with a buzzing egg in me. I was much better at concentrating though. Go me! Lol. I almost asked him to turn it on high so I could finish, but I don’t know if I would have really been able to let myself do that in the middle of the restaurant.

But damn if I wasn’t freaking horny when we got back to his place! But we took care of that.

With the amazing sex. Ho-lee fuck! The man, besides having a beast of a cock, has this magic ability to just center in on my g-spot.

It certainly worked to bring my libido back, which had been waning for the last week or so (of course no thanks to my cold…).

It’s funny how having sex only makes me more horny. Bah.

But, I think we’ll have a good time when we get together for our weekend, which we’re finally doing after a year and a half!

Keep your fingers crossed for me that I get some hits from my newest CL post.  I’m searching for a workout buddy who goes to my gym.  I hope it’s not a long shot.  I really hate going to the gym by myself.  It’s just so boring.  Knowing I have plans with someone there is much more likely to get my butt there.  And if we have a good time together, well, that’s guaranteed I’ll go!

I’d actually prefer if I found a guy because they tend to bring out the competitive side in me.  And I’d prefer that over having a girlfriend I chat about latest celebrity gossip with.

Why am I focused on going back to the gym?  Because due to finals and Christmas I put on 12 pounds.  12 pounds!!!  12 freaking pounds in a little more than 3 weeks!  I mean, I knew I’d put on some weight based on the fact my jeans were a little snugger, but I was dumbfounded when I stepped on the scale the other day.  I mean, Christ!  Do you know how long it’s going to take me now to lose those 12 pounds??

Longer than 3 weeks, I can tell you that!!

I won’t lie- I’m a little disgusted.  I haven’t been this heavy since my freshman year of high school.  And that’s when I was losing weight.  It’s a little worse because when I was home I found some naughty pictures I had taken (maybe I’ll tell that story when I finally get the desire to write).  Damn I was pretty thin then.  Well, not terribly thin, but it feels a lot thinner than now.

It’s actually a little funny, but I have the same basic shape as I did then, it was just narrower when I was 18.

Until I can get my ass back into the gym, I’m at least working on controlling my eating.  Sugar is my biggest downfall.  And that’s what I lived off of the past month.  So I went food shopping and I bought healthier food- fruit, rice crispies, cold cuts.  (Side note- I don’t do “healthy.”  I swear I wouldn’t eat chocolate if it were considered a health food.  Nor am I dieting- dieting requires I eat small amounts of food that I don’t really like.  And that’ll never last.)

Oy.  I hate losing weight.  It’s so difficult.  It’s the maintaining the discipline that’s hard for me.  I always seem to lose motivation after a few weeks.  I’d like to make it stick at least long enough to get rid of this 12 pounds I packed on!  God, that’s like 2 months of work just for 3 weeks of splurging.

*Proceeds to bang head on desk*

Note:  So far 3 responses to my ad! Wee!  In just the first hour!

I’ll be a little while before you hear me complaining about not having enough to eat.  I’ve been eating non-stop for days since I got home Friday.  It started with Ham and Mac and Cheese Friday night and then the left-overs Saturday night.

Sunday family came so we had our first Christmas dinner- appetizer, soup, roast beef, sides and desserts.

Christmas Eve dinner I discovered the wonders of Prime Rib and made my way through 2 pieces.  More desserts.

Christmas Day dinner was an Italian dinner so lasagna, more ham, sides and I barely managed to eat a small cookie for dessert.

Tonight was simple with just me and mom getting some pizza.

Holidays were pretty good.  I was in a funky PMS mood, but managed to push through it each day.  I made out pretty good present wise, especially considering I had already gotten my computer.  But I got cash, gift cards (even one to the supermarket!), clothes, undies, body washes!

Saturday and Monday I took some pictures round the country side and I’m excited to go develop them this week.  I’m actually going back to one spot tomorrow to quickly get a roll of something in color, because I think it deserves it.  Monday I fell though when I was taking pictures.  :(  I was only across the street, but I was in a field and the snow had turned to ice and I was oh so careful but one false step and I slipped and fell knee first on to the ice, breaking through and soaking my pants in cold, dirty water.  But my camera was fine!

Of course now my knees are all bruised and my entire right leg is sore.

But I went to the chiropractor today which was nice.  My mom goes there and they’re nice.  I got a little adjustment and then got some TENS on my lower back and got a super nice all over back massage.

(And I gotta say, after getting a professional massage, I really think Jefferson’s massages aren’t half bad!  If anything it was more relaxing having a naked man doing it, hehe.  I might have to just start making weekly appointments with him purely for a back massage…)

My parents leave tomorrow for a long weekend in Prague, so I’m heading back to my dorm to stay out of the way of our dog sitter who I’m just not in the mood to socialize with.  No big deal, I’ll have a few days to work in the dark room before heading down to DC for New Year’s.  So then hopefully I do some good work this weekend and scan some new work in next week and I can start the sales!

Ooowee!

“What if he misses the bus, Noelle? My mom will just kill him if we’re late. I’ll have to send him back home to protect him!”
“You should call him.”
“Eh, he’s on the subway right now, I’m sure. At least, he should be. No, I trust him. He’s good with schedules like that. He’ll make the bus.”

My phone rings 20 minutes later. “I’m bringing sexy back…” plays on my phone.

It’s Jefferson.

“Hey sweetie, it’s Jefferson…”
“Hey!”
“I missed the bus.”

Oh God. I couldn’t breath.

“The subway stopped in the tunnel. But I got a ticket for the 12:30 bus…”

I couldn’t speak.

“You there?” he asked.
“Yeah, my heart stopped.”
“Oh your poor heart!”

My mind raced. We’d be late if the took the 12:30 bus.

“Umm…we’ll come get you,” I decided quickly.
“You sure?”
“Yes, we’ll drive in and get you. Half an hour. 20 minutes if no traffic.”
“OK, should I stay here or go somewhere else?”
“Stay there.”
“Ok.”

Luckily, Noelle and I were ready to go.

My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking, praying time and traffic would be on my side as I drove to Port Authority to get Jefferson. Luckily, it was.

“Assuming we get to my house on time, my mom doesn’t need to know Jefferson missed the bus,” I warned Noelle.
“Agreed.”

I pulled up to the bus station in good time and Jefferson hopped in next to me and I sped off back in the direction I just came from.

Noelle and I had argued before about who’d control the music. She deferred to the back seat, but still wanted to control the radio. I said, my car, my iPod.

Somehow it ended up being her iPod. But I’ll admit, she’s a pretty good DJ.

We made good time as we headed north. We’d get to the party right on time, and Jefferson could go home in one piece.

I pulled into the driveway just after family friends, James and Patti.

I kissed them hello as they handed me a wrapped jewelry box.

“This is Jefferson and my roommate from school, Noelle,” I said introducing them to my friends.
“These are family friends, James and Patti,” I told Jefferson and Noelle.

I knew though no one was going to get any names straight.

Even among my different-family family members. (My step-dad’s kids not quite remembering my cousins on my moms side, etc….)

“Hi Noelle! Hi Jefferson! Hi sweetie!” my mom chimed as we walked through the door. “Hey kiddo,” my step-dad chimed as he walked into the foyer.

My parents hugged me and Noelle and welcomed Jefferson, shaking his hand.

“That’s Zoe, the other love of my life” I pointed upstairs to a dog standing at a gate at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to show up to your own party!” my brother teased me as I walked in the living room and kissed him hello.

I made my rounds to kiss everyone hello that was already there and started introducing Jefferson and Noelle to everyone.

“That’s my brother and his wife there, and those are their two kids. That’s my cousin, her husband, and their two little boys. And that’s her parents, my aunt and uncle, and my other cousin. And then that’s my other cousin and his little girl.” Noelle and Jefferson nodded their heads blankly at me.

“Jefferson, would you like something to drink?” my mom asked.
“Oh I’m OK for now, thank you,” he smiled.
“Look, we have bourbon!” I said holding up a bottle of murky Jim Bean.
“Uh, it looks a little cloudy,” he said looking closer.
“Yeah, it does,” I said examining it better. “Well…there’s Jack Daniels…”
“It’s a little too early for bourbon, even for me.”
“Really? Wow…”

The appetizers were starting to go out and I dug right in since I hadn’t had breakfast.

There was lots to choose from, but most of it I had no interest in:

Meatballs- Swedish and Italian (a little mushy, I thought)
“Chicken nuggets” (breaded chicken pieces, a little bland I thought, perhaps from the cornflake crust?)
Deviled eggs- yummy yummy!
Stuffed tomatoes, pea pods, and escarole
Sausage and cheese filled wantons
And little mini Reubens
Plus chips and fresh fruit salad.

More guests arrived and soon the party was in full swing. I did my best to mingle with family while making sure my awkward friends were comfortable.

“Enjoying the food?” I asked when I found them standing quietly in the dining room where the food was.
“Mmm hmm…” Jefferson said between bites.
“We’re going drink for drink,” Noelle offered, raising her Malibu bay breeze. “This is my second though. He’s still on his first beer.”

Lite beer, I noticed. Oh man, my family is so going to just think he’s gay.

“Make sure you’re mingling with everyone,” my mom reminded me as she came in the room.
“I am, I am. I was just getting some food.”
“Hey, wanna see some art?” I offered to Jefferson.
“Sure!”

I brought him into our den to show him my honorable mention work. It was a hot air balloon on scratch paper. Hot stuff, I know.

“Hold on, here she is,” my step-dad said, handing me the phone. “It’s Aunt Dee, she’s not feeling well and can’t make it.”
“Hi Aunt Dee!”
“Hi sweetie, I’m sorry we can’t make it today, I’m just not feeling well,” she said. She sounded awful!
“Aww that’s ok. We miss you, but I hope you feel better!”
“Thanks honey. I just want to wish you a happy birthday and hope you have fun today!”
“Thank you. And maybe when you feel better me and mom can come visit you!”
“I’d love that!”
“Good, I love you and feel better, ok?”
“Thanks, sweetie. I love you too.”

I ushered Jefferson next into the living room where I had a drawing from high school, plus a lot of family drawings.

“Wow, this is nice,” he said of my drawing.
“Thanks! And these are my grandparents’ paintings. These are my grandpa’s- well, actually he was my grandma’s second husband…” I said pointing out his paintings. “And these are an uncles, and this one my grandma’s. And there’s more back in the dining room.” I said walking him back. “Hey mom, is this one grandma’s?” I asked about one painting without a signature.
“Yep. These were my mom’s and these were my step-dad’s” she said, pointing out different ones.
“This is my absolute favorite,” I said of a large one my grandpa did.
“I love the motion around the bird’s wings,” Jefferson commented.
“Mmmhmm, he was really good at rocks too.”

Now with food in my belly, I thought it was time I start drinking! It was my 21st birthday party after all! I had recently bought a new drink I wanted to try that I saw in an ad in a magazine that sounded just yummy! Lol. X-Rated liquor. Vodka with blood orange juice, mango and passion fruit. Totally my drink. And it came in a pretty frosted bottle!

I poured a little bit into a cup, just to sample it first. It was very…sweet. And tart at the same time.

“What’s this?” my brother asked.
“A new drink I wanted to try. It’s very sweet.” He poured an even smaller amount into his cup to taste.
“Phew! It needs something, like tonic, to tone it down.”
“I’m not a tonic person…”
“Well, something without flavor.”

I drank it straight, but enjoyed it more as the ice melted and watered it down a bit.

It really takes a lot for me to think something is too sweet!

“Oh Jefferson, try this garlic dip!” my mom said.
“OK…Oh this is good,” he said dipping a chip and taking a bite.
“They got Ruffles at my request,” I said, opting for the sour cream and onion dip.
“Your request?” he laughed.
“Yep. They’re really the only chip worth eating. Plain wise at least.”

Dinner was getting ready to go out soon, but my mom started ushering people outside to the porch to sit in the sunshine. It was a beautiful spring day, with only a bit of a chilly breeze. First it was just me, Jefferson, and Noelle, but soon more and more people started pulling up chairs around the one table. Soon Jefferson started talking with everyone and got into talking about his latest project. Noelle and I exchanged a glance and I smiled as I watched him fit in just perfectly. As I knew he would.

The next course of the meal was announced as ready (as if we hadn’t had enough to eat!). Flank steak and London broil, mac and cheese (one plain and one with sherry), my Mom’s famous bean salad, and stuffed zucchini. (And we still have dessert coming up!) As birthday girl, I felt it was completely in my right to cut in line to get some yummy mac and cheese and some steak.

I sat back down at the table and soon people started joining me.

“Do you want something to drink?” Jefferson asked me, putting his plate down.
“Oh you don’t have to do that!”
“It’s no problem.”
“Well, Ok, Diet Coke, thanks!”
“Sure thing.”

Dinner was yummy. I enjoyed my steak and mac and cheese, and everyone else enjoyed everything else as well. When people were done, dishes were cleared, and as I was standing, my mom pulled me into her lap.

I made one request of her for that day- not to embarrass me!

“We should tell some Avah stories!” she suggested.
“No, we shouldn’t!”
“Hey honker-buns…” my aunt chided me. I, uh, had a habit of running around naked when I was a toddler. But didn’t we all??
“Ugh,” I groaned, looking over at Jefferson. He was laughing.

My mom got up and I took her seat, pulling my nephew, Max into my lap as he ran in my direction. Now, my nephew is just the cutest little boy in the world. He has these beautiful white-blond curls and bright blue eyes and the biggest, happiest smile. He just turned 2 in March, but has yet to talk.

He kneeled in my lap and his cold fingers went immediately down my shirt to my tattoo (which was showing to family for the first time since I got it in November. That sure raised a lot of eyebrows!).

“Ask him where his bellybutton is,” my brother suggested.
“Max, where’s your bellybutton? Show me your bellybutton!” He lifted his shirt and pointed, smiling at everyone. “Where’s your nose?” He pointed to mine and started pulling on my nose ring! Everyone was laughing. “No, you’re nose, silly!” He giggled and pointed to his nose. Zoe came out onto the porch and Max climbed down to play with her.

As it got later in the day, clouds moved in and it got chilly, sending people inside. Happy Feet was playing on the TV for the little ones.

“So, having fun?” I asked Jefferson.
“Sure am,” he said, kissing my cheek. I blushed a little and looked to see if anyone noticed that. I think we were safe.

Noelle was sitting in a chair watching Happy Feet, and Jefferson on the arm of it as I explained the awesomeness of Happy Feet. I sat on Noelle’s lap to watch the movie myself, but after a minute she started tickling me relentlessly. And I dunno, I must have been sitting at an odd angle because I couldn’t get up until my step-dad came and gave me a hand up!

The kids were itching for cake, so my mom sent me down to get my ice cream cake from the basement to start defrosting a bit.

“Did you get the cake?” she asked me a moment later.
“In the 30 seconds since you asked me? No.”

I brought the cake up as my mom set out the other desserts. Oh yes, we had a huge ice cream cake, but my mom also whipped up a carrot cake and 2 key lime pies. You know, just in case people don’t want ice cream cake. But really, who doesn’t like ice cream cake?

After defrosting for a little bit, 21 candles were put in it and everyone was ushered into the dining room. Everyone sang and I picked Max up so he could see. I made a wish (secret, or else it won’t come true!) and blew out the candles. It took a couple tries, but I eventually got them all.

My mom started cutting the big cake, giving to the eager kids first. My brother started cutting up the carrot cake and Jefferson sweetly volunteered to dole out some of the key lime pie.

“Do you want some carrot cake?” I asked Noelle. “It’s really yummy, even though there are no raisins.”
“No, I really just don’t think carrot should be in a cake. But uh, this pie tastes kinda funny. The whipped cream is bangin’ though,” she said, taking a forkful.

I laughed as the kids devoured their cakes, their mouths turning shades of blue and green from the frosting.

I soon started opening my gifts after my sister in-law said I should, since they wanted to see me open it. I got mostly cards with money, but also 2 Barnes & Noble gift certificates. But I also got a Coach bag from my sister in-law, some booze from one of my mom’s teacher friends, a nice journal and Paris walking guide from a family friend, and the necklace I was handed when I first got there.

Now, Noelle has a weakness for babies and kids (I swear she’ll have 10 once she gets over the gross out factor of birth…) and so she was all about playing with my cousin’s new little baby boy, Oliver. Jefferson, sitting next to her, reached out for the baby. “My turn,” he smiled making goo-goo faces at him. Jefferson lifted Oliver up above his head and Oliver’s face screwed up as he began to cry!

“Aww, you made the baby cry!” Noelle said.

Oliver’s Grandma (my aunt) came and took him in her arms to soothe him.

“I can’t believe you made the baby cry,” Noelle said shaking her head. “He was fine with me…”
“What can I say?” he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

The party was winding down and I started kissing departing guests good bye.

In between good byes, I pulled Jefferson upstairs to show him some of my paintings. What I really wanted to do was rip his clothes off and fuck right there, but that really wasn’t possible. I really did only just show him my paintings. I tried to get a little kiss in, but my mom was calling to me that people were leaving.

Soon everyone was gone and the 3 of us sat with my parents for a little bit.

Jefferson excused himself to the bathroom and I whispered to my mom next to me, “So, what do you think?”
“He’s very nice,” she whispered back.
“Do you like him?” I asked my step-dad.
He nodded his head in approval.
Noelle had already weighed in earlier. “He so freaking gay,” was her opinion.
“I thought it was sweet when he offered to to cut the pie,” I said.
“Yes, that was very nice,” my mom agreed.
“So, that Jefferson, huh?” Noelle said loudly when he started coming back.

It was getting time to leave, so Noelle and I packed up some left overs to take back to school, and I packed up a container for Jefferson as well.

Soon it was time to go and my parents hugged us good bye and we loaded into the car to head back.

I grabbed my iPod cord before Noelle could get to it and played Mika for me and Jefferson. Didn’t matter anyways because soon Noelle was passed out in the back seat with her head hanging out the window.

“I just have to drop Noelle at school real quick,” I told Jefferson as I pulled off the high way towards our school.
“Good lucking studying for French. I’ll see you in a few,” I said as I pulled up to our dorm.
“It was nice meeting you Noelle,” Jefferson said waving good bye.
“You too,” Noelle replied climbing out of the car.

They never shook hands.

“Which one is your apartment?” Jefferson asked me.
“The only one with stairs,” I said, pointing to where Noelle was headed.

It was an easy drive the rest of the way into the city and to Jefferson’s building. I pulled into the drive in front of the building and immediately pulled him in for a deep kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all day,” I said when I pulled back.

We kissed a bit until a car behind me beeped to get out of the way. Jefferson grabbed his food and jumped out, thanking me for a fun day and kissing me good bye. I watched him walk through the doors as I sped off back to New Jersey.

Jefferson stirred as I woke him and we made our way into the kitchen to make dinner.

For me to cook dinner, that is.

I was exhausted and in a strange, fuzzy state of mind. I was feeling very submissive, obviously, but somewhat awkward about it. It wasn’t a feeling I was accustomed to anymore and I had to fight engaging in my usual banter with him.

Jefferson got me a pan for the meat and left me to do the rest. It was simple enough, just the pork and baked potatoes. Jefferson sat at his computer as I futzed in the kitchen, looking up occasionally as I made pathetic small talk. Really, I don’t think I was even this shy around him the first day we met.

When the food was ready, I set the table and put out the food for us. I was half asleep as we sat down to eat, my eyelids feeling as if they were weighted with bricks. I haven’t the faintest idea what we talked about. When we’d had our fill, I put the dishes in the sink and we retired to bed.

And then I got chatty.

There’s a point where if I’m tired and I don’t go to bed, I get hyper. But there are different types. Sometimes I get the OTSs- over tired sillies (being chatty falls in that category) or sometimes it’s the OTCs- over tired crankies. That’s never fun. I get the frustration level of about a 2 year old.

It was probably about 2am by the time I shut up and passed out. And after I made Jefferson put on one of those nose strips. Poor thing had a stuffy nose.

But I only passed out for a short while.

I’m really just horrible at sharing a bed with someone. I do it so infrequently (once a month, occasionally twice), so it’s not something I’m used to at all. I can never figure out how to lay, and I feel bad when I toss and turn, worried I’ll wake the person next to me (though, really, I shouldn’t worry about that with Jefferson since he sleeps like the dead…).

And so, for whatever reason, I invariably find myself waking up at some point during the night when I’m with Jefferson. Sometimes it’s just for a moment, sometimes longer. I was up at 5am or so for probably a good half-hour.

Jefferson got up for some water and I smiled at him when he came back. We snuggled together so perfectly and I was out again until I heard him stir a few hours later.

I was so out of it. Too tired to even open my eyes.

But that didn’t deter Jefferson.

I sighed as his hand slid over my body to between my legs. I parted them slightly for him as his fingers started rubbing my clit. It took a few minutes for me to come out of my sleepy haze and my body to warm up, but soon enough he made me cum for the first time that morning.

He kissed me and rolled on top of me, reaching for a condom from the drawer next to the bed.

I finally opened my eyes, slowly letting the bright light in, and smiled up at him.

“Mornin’.”
“Mornin’” he smiled, leaning down to kiss me.

I moaned into his kiss as he pressed himself into me. He held me close and I squeezed him tight as he thrusted into me. My legs wrapped around his, leverage for me to push my hips up to meet his. We kissed each other all over- lips, cheeks, neck- as we fucked that morning.

I smiled at him, touching his cheek with my palm, as I whispered “I love you.”

He grabbed my hair and growled in my ear as I came hard for him again and again.

My nails dug into his back as my body arched and I cried out loudly.

Exhausted and panting, I laid still as Jefferson pulled out and rolled over next to me.

“Go suck my dick now,” he told me, pulling the condom off.
“I’m barely awake!” I joked, laughing.

I pushed myself onto my knees and stole a sip of water before taking Jefferson’s cock in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his legs as I worked my mouth up and down the length of him, and taking him deep in my throat. His hips thrusted up and I relaxed my jaw, letting him set the pace. It wasn’t long before he pulled himself out of me and with one hand firmly on his cock and the other firmly in my hair he jerked himself off, covering the side of my face as he came.

“Well, that was different!” I laughed.
“Yeah, it was!” he said handing me a tissue.

I cleaned off as much as I could and turned to snuggle into him, throwing my leg casually over his.

“Aww man, I got cum on my leg,” I complained.
“Yeah, and your face too!”
“But this is all wet…and sticky…”

He laughed and kissed me. We rested together for a few minutes before he had to start getting ready for work.

We hopped into the shower together where I promptly rinsed my leg.

Ahhhh….much better.

Except when the water his my sore ass- ouch!

I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him as we stood under the shower head.

And I had come prepared that day- my bangs had gotten wet and thus curly in the shower the previous week, so I smartly brought my shower cap this time.

Jefferson promised he’d still fuck me even after I wore it.

I handed him his shampoo and then his soap (it was a bar soap day that day), kissing him and touching him here and there. Next was my turn as he soaped me up head to toe.

I smiled, from deep inside, like my heart was smiling (they do that, you just can’t see it) as I watched him crouched in front of me washing my legs and feet.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about this shower all week,” I said as we rinsed off. “We just don’t get a lot of hot water at school, and I’ve been thinking about taking a long, hot shower since last week. I’ll probably take another shower after you go.”
“Why later? Just stay in now!” he suggested.
“Hmm…good point.”

Just then Jefferson grabbed for his tooth brush again.

“You’d better not spit that on me again. I’ll have to hurt you real bad if you do.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” he said surely, starting to brush his teeth.
“Are you willing to bet your nipples on that?”

He didn’t spit his toothpaste on me this time, but he brushed my teeth with his toothbrush. That’s been in his mouth. Brushing away all sorts of mouth stuff.

*Shudder*

He rinsed his mouth and spit by the drain, and scooted past me to get out and dry off.

I turned the water up once he left, making it just a notch below scalding (too hot for Jefferson’s sensitive skin). I closed my eyes and leaned against the shower wall, just enjoying the feeling of the hot water running over me.

When I got out I had that good warm, shaky feeling like when you have a nice hot tub soak.

I kissed Jefferson good bye and wished him a good day at work and sat down at his computer to work on beautifying his blog.

Part 1, Part 2 , and Part 3

Fun fact for the day:

I really love fruit. Like, for real. It has to be my favorite food group.

Now, while I don’t love all fruits, I really do love most of them. I’m a huge fan of the berry family. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve eaten myself sick on raspberries and blueberries and strawberries.

And watermelon of course too.

I remember this one summer in high school, right before my senior year, where I did this adventure type program with my school, and there was this one afternoon where we went to hang out at the house of one of the teacher’s parents and they had this massive raspberry bush. Well, a group of them really. I probably spent an hour walking around and as far into the bushes as I could, grabbing and eating every last raspberry I could get my hands on.

And that same summer we picked a bunch of blueberries to make jam, but had a hell of a lot left over, and I would just sit in our SAT prep class with a huge bowl of blueberries eating handful after handful.

And know what else I’m a sucker for? A nice, perfectly ripe melon. (I’m very turned off if they’re dull and mealy, blech). When I was a kid, my dad would cut me up a melon and I’d eat the whole damn thing in one sitting. I’d have a melon like every day in the summertime! Lol.

But if you were to ask me what my favorite fruit was? I’d really have a hard time saying.

If my life depended on picking a favorite though, I might go with strawberries. (Melon being a very, very close second).

I love, love, love strawberries. So sweet, and juicy and tender.

Kind of like pussy! Isn’t most fruit a bit like pussy, actually? Sinking your teeth into the soft flesh and the juices run down your chin and makes your fingers all sticky…

(You think I would just write a post about fruit and not tie it somehow to sex?)

But anyways- strawberry=favorite fruit. (Melon (aka cantalope)= close second)

Fun fact of the day.

So, in response to Steak and Blowjob Day, a bunch of ladies went and created Cake and Cunnilingus Day to be celebrated a month later. Fucking genius!

And you bet I got my cunnilingus. I saw Kyle, of course I did! Lol.

Though, he had no cake for me (even though he said he might), so I went out after I left his place and picked myself up some yummy strawberry shortcake. I can’t remember the last time I had some fresh strawberry shortcake, but it was damn good.

Yeah, the pussy eating was good too.

But the cake! Lol. Fresh strawberries and whipped cream and the yummy shortcake things! I may have to have some more in a minute.

I forgot to mention this in my last post, but this is another fun fact about Kyle. He talks, has sex, and even eats pussy all with gum in his mouth! I discovered that the first time we had sex last month and I was shocked! He just tucks it away in his cheek when he’s going down on a girl. But I just though it was hysterical.

I have discovered that he’s really a little bit more talk than action. Remember all those steamy IM’s we shared in the beginning? Yeah….

He is a pretty good fuck…when we’re fucking. But there’s a lot of cuddling in there too. Of course with my decreased sex drive, that suits me just fine.

Though, noticed the status has gone from “missing” to “decreased.” There’s a little something there now. I was reading some blog yesterday and there was just a sentence about a girl having her hair pulled, and I instantly imagined Jefferson’s hand in my hair, and I think I sighed a bit.

Plus I could tell from first meeting him he was too nice to be “dominant.” Sure he has a leather paddle he’ll spank me with when we fuck…but then he apologized for going a little overboard.

I looked at him like he had four heads!

Boy didn’t even pull a curse word from me. He wasn’t even close to overboard.

And this would be a nice segue into talking about submission (which is a post I’ve been meaning to write for sometime now) but I want it to be it’s own post.

So, to sum things up for this entry:

Cunnilingus? Good.
Cake? Very, very good.
A day for both? Genius!

(God, scatter-brained much, Avah?)

So I discoved the wonderful world of Barbeque Chicken Pizza with Gia the other night and now I’m craving it hard core.

The place is still open and I’d really, really kill for some, but I can’t bring myself to spend $11 for the pie (and it’s not even a regular sized pie) when I’m so poor.

But seriously, this is like the nectar of the gods.

Grr…I need a job!! (Shut up mom!)

Jefferson and I woke the next morning, not too early, but not too late. I rolled to face him and snuggle into him as we said good morning.

We began kissing and I felt Jefferson’s cock grow against me. He quickly reached over me and grabbed for a condom and began fucking me.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders, hugging him close to me. We kissed sweetly as we made love that morning. Soon my body shook and I moaned loudly as Jefferson made me cum. He followed with his own shortly after.

We rested for a bit before getting up to make breakfast. Jefferson had gotten both July and August’s bacons the night before, and we decided to try August’s flavor first- honey salt.

Well it was just so yummy.

We hung out together for the next few hours on our computers, writing e-mails, reading (and writing) blogs, and listening to music.

“When do you have to leave?” he asked me.
“Whenever,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I just have to pack, but it’s only for 5 days, so it won’t take me long.”
“You want to go fool around a bit?”
“Always!”

Already naked, we climbed into bed together and laid quiet for a little bit. I began kissing Jefferson and he quickly made his way to between my legs and began eating me out.

His tongue poked under my hood and made direct contact with my clit, making me moan instantly. I came hard, quickly, but Jefferson wasn’t finished. He kept at it, doing this vibrating, swizzly thing with his tongue and made me cum at least 5 more times. I stopped counting after 5.

But it was hard to separate them as they just rolled into one another. I screamed out as I came and whimpered when the waves refused to relinquish control of my body. By the time Jefferson finished, I had lost count of how many times I cam. But it didn’t matter, because it had felt like one giant 15 minute orgasm.

Holy fuck, that’s right.

“I’m spent,” I said as Jefferson took me back in his arms.
“So is that what it takes?” he joked.
“Well, I came like more than 5 times in a row, so yeah!”

After some recovery, I dressed and got my stuff together and headed home.

It was a late night as I packed, cleaned, and chatted with Mitzi online, only to wake up 3 hours later at 4 to catch my train to the airport.

I had a feeling I’m going to need a vacation after this vacation.

It was another gorgeous, sunny, August day. Probably the 10th in a row, at least. I stood at the top of the beach with my chair and beach bag in hand, scanning for a spot, preferably close to the water.

I found an opening large enough for my one self and weaved through the families to stake my spot.

I opened my chair and draped my towel over it. I exchanged my glasses for my sunglasses and slathered on my sunscreen before laying back and relaxing.

The woman next to me had her radio on and I smiled when it played a bunch of Janis Joplin and Bon Jovi.

That reminded me, I needed to download some Bon Jovi before Jefferson and Mitzi came down.

As I watched the waves, I pulled out my little lunch box cooler and took my chipwich sandwich I’d packed in ice and ate it quickly before it could melt in my hand. But once I finished, I decided I was thirsty. I grabbed my money and headed all the way to the snack stand, but half way across the sand, my feet were burning and I wished I had worn my sandals.

I raced across the rest of the beach and hopped from foot to foot on the hot wood walk way as I was stuck behind slow people.

As soon as I got to the shower area, I stood in a puddle and let out a big sigh of relief.

With my root beer in hand from the concession stand, I quickly made my way back to my seat.

I checked my clock, and I still had over an hour before I wanted to leave to get ready for Jefferson’s.

I avoided the water that day as it looked a little nasty (actually uncommon for my beach).

Instead, I just turned on my iPod and did some writing for the blog until it was time to pack up.

Showered, dressed, and packed up for the night, I headed to the train station and rode into the city.

When I get there, Jefferson and I retired to the bedroom almost immediately. We undressed and climbed into bed together.

Jefferson took me in his arms and kissed me deep, holding my face in his hands. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him. My hands ran over his chest and arms as I ground my pelvis against his. My breathing labored as I got more and more turned on.

For some reason, the foreplay was especially hot that night.

“I want to fuck you now,” Jefferson told me.

I climbed off of him as he grabbed for a condom and laid on top of me. He knelt in front of me and pushed inside me, making me moan. Once inside, he leaned down close to me as he pumped in and out. I groaned each time he thrusted into me and rubbed against my g-spot.

The tension built in my body as Jefferson continued to fuck me. Soon my orgasm took over and my nails dug into his arms as I cried out.

He kept fucking me, and soon I’m cumming again, even harder.

He relented, pulling out, and we cuddle together, deciding on dinner.

“So, I have some pasta I could make, or turkey burgers…umm…I don’t have too much though,” Jefferson said, listing some things.
“What about pizza?” I suggested.
“You know, I was thinking that myself. We can go get some slices.”
“Cool!”

We dressed and walked awhile, trading car accident stores and others until we got to a pizzeria. We ordered our slices and picked out our drinks and sat at a table outside to people watch as we ate. After eating and talking for a nice long while, we make our way back home to finally finish Blue Velvet.

Once back at the apartment building, Jefferson paused to check his mail and was pleased to find some bacon from his Bacon of the Month club.

Sweet, breakfast.

We undressed and climbed into bed and settled into the rest of the movie.

“We already saw this part,” I pointed out.
“Oh, we did? Well, this is a good part, so let’s watch it again.”

I shrugged my shoulders and settled into the crook of Jefferson’s arm.

“Is it almost over?” I asked, getting a little ancy.
“Yes, just a few more minutes.”
“Good, cause I wanna fuck some more,” I grinned.

As soon as the movie ended, I leaned in to kiss Jefferson. I climbed on top of him again and laced my fingers in his above his head.

I kissed his lips, cheeks, and neck, gently sucking and nibbling until he was reaching for a condom. He got on top of me and pulled me to the side of the bed. He slid into me, my legs thrown over his shoulders, and I moan as he pumped in and out of me.

He looked down at me and I smiled at him. My ankle rubbed by his cheek and he turned to kiss it. He took my big toe in his mouth, gently swirling his tongue around it. I closed my eyes again and sighed a contented sigh.

He leaned over me and took me close in his arms. I felt my cheeks flush as his pelvis rocked against my clit, bringing me closer to orgasm. As the waves took over my body, I heard Jefferson moan in my ear as my pussy clenched around his cock.

As I caught my breath, he slowly withdrew from me and tossed his condom. We got under the covers, Jefferson turned out the lights, and we fell asleep with me tight in his arms.