Although Marty, my beau, will not actually read this (at
least as far as I know) he has given me permission to write it, so here it goes…
Last night I was lying on my sofa with Marty. We were
watching the Red Sox clobber the Cardinals. The two of us were in a kind of
modified spooning position; Marty was on his side while I was lying in front of
him, and lying more on my back. Along about the 5th inning we were
getting a little bored. The Cardinals looked like they were dead in the water,
as the expression goes, and so Marty started getting other thoughts; amorous
thoughts. Truth is; if the game had been a close one, he still might have
gotten amorous thoughts. Our relationship is new and I think I can safely say
that we are pretty hot for each other. Like; red hot.
Anyway, during a commercial he casually started unbuttoning
my blouse using nothing but his free right hand. I gazed down to Marty’s hand
as it worked on my buttons, kind of giggle and said something like, “What is
going on here?”
He responded with, “It’s the 5th inning stretch.”
I turned off the TV.
After about twenty minutes of some very steamy foreplay, we
became connected, so to speak. I think Marty is a very good lover. He has two
eyes and two ears so my sentiment would not come as a surprise to him. He
knows. But it is more than just some kind of sexual technique. Marty is
thoughtful and completely unselfish. And unlike any guy I have known in several
years, I feel very relaxed with him.
Anyway, there we were, on my sofa in the missionary position,
my arms half around him. Every few seconds Marty would kiss me or whisper
something sweet to me. I enjoy intimacy but on this occasion things seemed
different; better, more physically stimulating. I could actually feel my heart
starting to race and my breathing going a little haywire.
A short time later I knew that Marty was nearing climax, so in an odd babble I
asked him if he could give me a little more time. He gave me a little kiss and
then a nod. About two or three minutes later it happened, I climaxed. As I was
starting into it I squealed out a bizarre sounding “Oh my god!”. I then closed
my eyes and just allowed it to rush over me. I’m not sure but I think I let out some
strange gurgling sounds somewhere along the line.
It was the first time I had reached the “end of the rainbow”
with a guy in several years. In fact, Marty is only the second guy I have
climaxed with. I had no idea it was going to happen. But
unlike other sexual endeavors in recent years, this time the intensity did not plateau, it just kept building.
A few minutes later, when we came back down to earth, I giddily
told Marty what had happened. But of course he already knew. After all, he has
two eyes and two ears.
Supposedly there were two home runs hit during yesterday’s
World Series game. It’s not true. I can assure you; there were three. In fact, I think one of them was a grand slam.