Adult Dating

On 1/27/2005 blueeyedmurder3 said

It didn't start as an effort to find a fling or a partner. It was just a way to feel good about myself again, to do a little cyber chat and talk a little dirty as my divorce was proceeding. Blow off some sexual tension, so to speak. There were tons of men looking to talk and most wanted more. I chatted with some, and learned the ropes of the site. Made some great and supportive friends. Then one day I spotted a tiny photo that I found appealing. And for the first time, I contacted somebody instead of the other way around. Still for chat, of course, but I soon found he was at the same place in a divorce, not too far away and that we had many more things in common. One being, we'd both been without any physical contact for a very long time. Chat led to photos, and the physical attraction was immediate. Phone calls followed - he had a fabulous voice. Phone calls led to a date. And while waiting for the days to go by, we talked on IM every day. All day long at work. And it got hotter and hotter. A few days before, we gave up pretending that this was platonic, and just reserved a hotel with a jacuzzi suite. We are not kids, and decided there was no point in playing games. We knew what was going to happen, and why not plan it well. I got there first - and set up the room with candles and chilled champagne in the bar sink. Dressed carefully for my first "date" in over 15 years. How STRANGE it felt. And I drove to the restaurant where we'd decided to meet. Public place - safe. Touched base on the cell phone - he thought I'd get there first. So I waited outside on the mild night - and waited. Checked with the hostess - no one had a table and was waiting for me. Waited some more, a half hour passed. Had he bailed at the last minute? I went in once more and checked, but no, there was no table. I turned to head back to the hotel alone, when she called me back. He was waiting in the bar and had just caught a glimpse of me leaving. He'd thought the same thing, that I'd chickend out and stood him up. We have laughed about that ever since. He ordered me a Cabernet, and I stammered and blushed and got tongue tied. He was very tall, muscular and everything I expected. As with everyone I've ever met in person from the internet, the actuality was stone cold reality when compared with the fantasies we create online. Just when I thought I was making a certified ass of myself, he reached over and took my hand. Looked into my eyes, and told me how beautiful I was. And in short order, all the chemistry we'd felt on line was in the room with us, and we left without even having dinner. Three steps out of the restaurant, he turned me around by the shoulders and kissed me. We got in separate cars to drive to the hotel, and I could not get over the adventure I had allowed myself to have. I was afraid, and giddy and excited all at the same time. In 10 minutes time, I opened the door and flicked on the lights. And my efforts in creating an atmosphere did not go unnoticed. The champagne did get opened, but barely sipped before a trail of clothing started appearing across the floor. What followed has been described by both of us as the most incredible sex of our lives. The first electric touch of skin to skin. Hands exploring. Tongues probing. Navigating the bed from one end to the other. Then we spent more than 3 hours in the jacuzzi until we were wrinkly and spent - watching ourselves in the mirrors surrounding it. We collapsed hours later, and continued in the morning. Eventually, hunger forced us to head out to a restaurant for brunch. And we ate like starving people as the owner went to each table in the place, dressed as Santa Claus. Now that there was time to talk, we discovered that we actually liked each other. Enough to want to continue with another encounter. Maybe more. And leaving was bittersweet, but the phone rang later that night and the conversation replayed the previous night in exquisite detail. And the IM blinked the following morning. I know I was captivated, and I think he was too. The next rendezvous was a week later, the next five days after that. The sex is uninhibited and passionate. My car is racking up miles driving cross state. Nobody expected this. We're actually afraid of everything being too much too soon - but it is completely delicious. Sex like no other, companionship that is so unexpected and comfortable that is so, so welcome during a difficult time. Some things are gifts. And you can only be glad for them. **Read More