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Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Rendez-Vous with Queens Guy: Part Two
I spent the night at Queens Guy's place. We never stuck to just cuddling. I knew it the moment I jumped into bed with him to snuggle. He didn't wait long to strip off my underoos and give me head.
Suffice to say, neither of us got much sleep. The entire night was like foreplay as we didn't have "penetrative" sex until the morning. I believe the red wine affected Queens Guy more than he let on, though he insists he has a relatively high tolerance for alcohol.
As I write this, numerous mental images of us in bed keeps playing in my head. I loved the ecstatic reaction I would get from Queens Guy when I licked his toes. Initially, he was a tad tickled, but he'd let out a strong moan and then his body would tense up because I could tell he couldn't believe how good a foot licking really feels. Ah, I also loved fingering his hole.
But most of all, there was that special moment when I shot my huge load on Queens Guy's chest and on his pillow, just missing his face. I licked my mess clean Corin-style. (Hint: Watch his videos.) By the way, I think the pineapple juice I drank the night before helped!
Sex or not, chemistry with Queens Guy was still a bit off in the morning. At first, I thought he was either socially awkward or not very good at intimacy. When he shared his two favourite poems with me that morning, I realized it was neither.
Perhaps it is I who is not good at intimacy? The two poems he shared were beautiful in its simplicity and sadness. I was touched that he was willing to share a part of himself. I wanted to give him a hug. I wanted to discuss his feelings more succinctly. But the right words wouldn't come out of my mouth.
I know I am good at intimacy, but only to the ones that I find magical chemistry with. I'm not entirely incompatible with Queens Guy because there was always an element of friendship involved, and I believe it's genuine.
When we finally got out of bed, Queens Guy offered to drive me home in the morning. I live relatively close. There wasn't a need for him to do that, but he was insistent so I said yes. Then, on the spot, he offered to take me to breakfast. I wanted to pay, but he wouldn't hear of it.
I was hesitant in bidding farewell to him in his car that Saturday. With our talks, he painted a person that was wonderful, sweet and sincere. I wanted to hear more from that person. But I was sad because he never met this other wonderful person inside of me too.
The potential wasn't realized.
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I want to be better friends with Queens Guy, not just the sex element. But as I said, sex is simply a bonus. I keep thinking about the poems he shared with me as it painted his outlook on life and his relationships with his friends. I want to show him my side of the coin, my outlook on life, my relationships with my other friends... that is if he is interested or still shy or nervous that he would stop talking and start listening.
I want to show him that life is most beautiful in its bittersweetness. I want to show him this playground in my head and the fun two beautiful creatures could have in it. Time will tell.
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