(please note - this may be TOO much information for some - so you may wish to skip this entry)
I was jittery when I packed up the car on Friday evening - was I really doing this????
Being the gentleman he is - he actually was waiting for me when I pulled into the parking lot so he could help carry stuff upstairs. Once we were safely behind closed/locked doors and the bags were stored away - we were like horny teenagers.... kissing /touching exploring............ I was breathless - wanting/needing very quickly. (you have to remember it had been at least 10 years since I had been fucked by a cock - by a man who wanted this as much as I did)
We did manage to squeeze in dinner between bouts of kissing and touching and my moaning.............
Then............. well let's just say - quite truthfully the rest of Friday/Saturday was a total blur of sex - fucking - and my playfully telling him he had broken it.
I think we both slept a total of 2 hours on Friday night........
Saturday morning I begged for a rest - so we had a bath together (and still he played and touched and stroked and drove me crazy). During the bath I turned the conversation to BDSM - he was interested. BUT despite my feelings - and other's feelings - he knew virtually nothing about it. He asked lots of questions about play parties - but no matter how hard I tried to explain the rules and workings of play parties - he couldn't get his head around the fact it wasn't a swingers club. (I am editing out a lot of conversation for brevity here - but I definitely got the impression he doesn't have much desire to spank me - but wouldn't mind watching someone else do it to me )
He couldn't keep his hands off of me............. and it was wonderful!!! I have never felt so used / abused /stretched (god he's big!!) in my life.
BUT sometime after lunch things slowed down - drastically. We tried to have a nap - but we were both aroused and after an hour we were both fucking once more.............. that last fuck seemed to shut him down........ and I have no idea why.
We ran out to pick up a few things for dinner - and he had suggested I might want to stay home - but I wanted fresh air -- and just get out for a few minutes. I am now thinking he might have wanted some space........ trust me there hadn't been a whole lot of space over the 12+ hours.
When we got home he insisted I curl up on the sofa and he went and got a blanket and tucked me in - put a movie on and went to organise the groceries and dinner.
He sat in the lazy boy and watched the movie. When I grinned at him - he was surprised I wasn't asleep. He told me we needed to slow down - that he was fucked out. I got that - cause damn I could hardly walk.
We had a great dinner and sat side by side on the sofa watching another movie after dinner.
Conversation was almost non existent. And when it did happen - I just felt - I don't know - as though we weren't on the same page.... nothing in common. Sadly.
At 8:30ish I decided it would be best if I came home instead of staying through till Sunday morning. At first he seemed surprised - but he quickly got over his surprise and helped me pack with virtually no trying to dissuade me.
So I was home by 9:30. On the drive home I thought "Well I never understood 'fuck buddies' never thought I would have one - but maybe that's all he's meant to be - a fuck buddy"
Definitely NOT a frog - but also definitely NOT a forever and ever guy either.