Blog 201: In love with I
Apr 28, 2007 01:30 AM
The last few days have been... enlighting.
My new young friend, (I hesitate to call him my boy toy as I know how he feels about being called a boy...) stopped by last night to attend a private party for Vitamin Water at the Standard Hotel. I was still entertaining a young starlet when he arrived - so by the time we pulled into valet the party had already ended.
Instead we stepped into the hotel's diner for a late night snack, (Crab and Artichoke cakes to start, grilled chedder and tomato on sourdough, Warm chocolate cake with ice cream for him and creme brulee' for me.) The bar had already closed so we drank a bottle of water, (the Standard uses old clear wine bottles for water at each table instead of carafes or pitchers...) and engaged in a bit of conversation. The food was as always, delicious.
Some annoying little bug sitting at the table behind him kept trying to get my attention - as if my date with his skinny jeans and cream/ tangerine plaid cowboy shirt weren't enough for me and his baggy jeans and t-shirt would make me want to disrespect the man I came with and give him my number. It was at that moment that I really started looking at the man in front of me for the first time. I stared at him and realized that I was being unfair. Here I am, playing with him as if he were a toy... Not acknowledging that he really is a man - and giving him the credit for being such. I haven't dated a 24 year old since I was 16... so this is completely new for me. I require something more from my men. I am inherently submissive to my mates, and I just couldn't see being that way with this one due to his age.
That's so unfair. :-)
So I decided to give him a fair shot... to treat him as an equal, like any other man I would encounter. He is just so open to everything... like its all a learning experience for him. I find his enthusiasm both distracting and exciting. On our way back to my place, I turned to him grabbing his chin and kissing him... He bit my lower lip, I sucked on his, we touched each other's faces... then realized the light was green. We retired to my place, and did as adults do... leaving small scratches just above my left knee from the carpet in my living room. The first go round was quick... leaving a heavy stream dripping down the small of my back towards my neck as I lie chest pressed against the floor and ass high in the air. Left over remnants from our encounter the other night... After a warm towel and a bit of coaxing, I found myself using him for my own carnal pleasures, ejaculating over and over again soaking him, the sofa cushions and very possibly, the floor... He was, receptive. With the tiniest bit of spit I encouraged him to enter me from behind and began coaching, as promised, so he could learn to enjoy The Art of Consensual Sodomy as much as I do. My orgasms erupted, we both collapsed, and I gave him reprieve - knowing that he had a scene early in the morning.
I escaped to the restroom for a warm towel and upon my return I found him stretched out, snoring on my sofa. I looked at him and decided that I wouldn't kick him out and force him to make the 45 minute drive back to his place. I woke him gently, inviting him to my bed... only to find myself rather comfortable with his presence. Normally, I can't sleep with anyone in my bed except my man, (and 2 other individuals over the last few years.) Perhaps it was sheer exhaustion from so much work lately or maybe it was having been thoroughly worked over by this strapping young lad next to me, but he wrapped his arms around me, slid his cock in between my legs and pulled me close... and I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke in the morning, turned off the alarm and turned to find him pitching a tent next to me. I smiled... "if he didn't have to work today," I thought. He struggled awake, gathered his clothes from the living room floor, kissed me and headed out. He made it half way to the elevator and turned around.
"I forgot something."
He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Have a great scene today."
"Oh for sure."
He gave me the thumbs up and disappeared into the elevator. Once again I saw him as being so very young... ;-)
I climbed back in bed for a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. My stylist, Terrell, arrived at my place at 9:30a. I desperately needed my hair color touched up. I'm so spoiled... Terrell is the only person I trust with my hair.. After he moved to NYC I would fly to Manhattan just to have him do my hair.
Terrell touched up my color, pressed my hair and made my fabulous again. We arranged another appointment for Tuesday, as I am dying to get my hair trimmed and have extensions put in for a few months. My hair is growing so fast... but I need to not have to deal with it for awhile. After he left, I began my day... shower, errands, bills, shopping - I bought 2 pair of shoes and a couple of pieces of lingerie. I grabbed a bite to eat at this little Mexi-Cali place, chatted with my mom on the phone for an hour or so, then made my way home. LT, this director from Elegant Angel, called to cancel a shoot he just booked yesterday for next Friday...
Settled in back at my place, I decided that a cat nap was truly in order. Hanging out with someone so young (and fullof energy,) has its detriments. I laid down at 6pm and woke at 10:30 with 2 text messages and one missed call.
The first was from my new friend...
"Wake up... I want to tell you goodnite."
So cute. The other was from another suitor.
I replied to both before climbing out of bed and just as I was sitting up my phone rang.
Tony.
I smiled. Tony is a really, really good friend of mine... a former lover that married a few years ago that to this day I love dearly. He was going to a bar near my place with a friend and invited me to join them. I promised to toss on a pair of jeans and head over. Instead, I found myself back in the shower followed by makeup and hair. I slipped on a brown bra and panty set then a coral and brown wrap dress I purchased a few days ago and a pair of brown patent leather peak toe pumps I bought earlier today. I added a gorgeous piece of rose quartz to my neck and headed out the door. The bar was just in Little Tokyo, so I grabbed a cab knowing I would be drinking.
Once at the Weyland Brewery, it took me a minute to find my ID. I did, then set about to find Tony and friend. I did, and we hugged over and over again as old friends do. :-)
"I don't know why I said I would throw on some jeans. You know me, I'm a woman. Since when have I ever just 'thrown on some jeans?' "
Tony laughed and agreed and introduced me to his friend. We caught up, I shared photos of the kids, he showed off his wedding band, his friend said he had the perfect drink for me.
*I love a confident man.*
The waitress arrived with a cantaloupe martini for me and a new round for the guys. I was duly impressed by the drink choice made by this gent I barely knew. While I could have gone for a mojito, or a jack and coke, I suppose at that moment I did look like I should be drinking a martini. LoL!
We talked about my current dating status, the Man back East that I love with everything I have, myLove, the young one, and every one else in between. We talked about my kids, his marriage and shared stories of the "Black Heidi" days. Tony always makes me smile... I came to realize that for the first time in a long time, I'm really happy.
Damn.
I'm happy.
My life isn't perfect, but despite all the wild obnoxious people that I encounter I am having a great life. I love my family, my friends, I have great kids, a comfortable life and people that love me in return. My Loves are many, and my disdains are few. I could be a better woman if I only could learn to slow down...
I don't think anyone could love themselves more... and that makes me happy.
I'm off to bed... its going to be a beautiful day out tomorrow. I think I want to go to the LA Times Festival of Books at UCLA. I believe Don Cheadle is speaking on the crisis in Darfur. :) Intelligence and Self-Awareness is so sexy.
~*~ Sinny ~*~
My new young friend, (I hesitate to call him my boy toy as I know how he feels about being called a boy...) stopped by last night to attend a private party for Vitamin Water at the Standard Hotel. I was still entertaining a young starlet when he arrived - so by the time we pulled into valet the party had already ended.
Instead we stepped into the hotel's diner for a late night snack, (Crab and Artichoke cakes to start, grilled chedder and tomato on sourdough, Warm chocolate cake with ice cream for him and creme brulee' for me.) The bar had already closed so we drank a bottle of water, (the Standard uses old clear wine bottles for water at each table instead of carafes or pitchers...) and engaged in a bit of conversation. The food was as always, delicious.
Some annoying little bug sitting at the table behind him kept trying to get my attention - as if my date with his skinny jeans and cream/ tangerine plaid cowboy shirt weren't enough for me and his baggy jeans and t-shirt would make me want to disrespect the man I came with and give him my number. It was at that moment that I really started looking at the man in front of me for the first time. I stared at him and realized that I was being unfair. Here I am, playing with him as if he were a toy... Not acknowledging that he really is a man - and giving him the credit for being such. I haven't dated a 24 year old since I was 16... so this is completely new for me. I require something more from my men. I am inherently submissive to my mates, and I just couldn't see being that way with this one due to his age.
That's so unfair. :-)
So I decided to give him a fair shot... to treat him as an equal, like any other man I would encounter. He is just so open to everything... like its all a learning experience for him. I find his enthusiasm both distracting and exciting. On our way back to my place, I turned to him grabbing his chin and kissing him... He bit my lower lip, I sucked on his, we touched each other's faces... then realized the light was green. We retired to my place, and did as adults do... leaving small scratches just above my left knee from the carpet in my living room. The first go round was quick... leaving a heavy stream dripping down the small of my back towards my neck as I lie chest pressed against the floor and ass high in the air. Left over remnants from our encounter the other night... After a warm towel and a bit of coaxing, I found myself using him for my own carnal pleasures, ejaculating over and over again soaking him, the sofa cushions and very possibly, the floor... He was, receptive. With the tiniest bit of spit I encouraged him to enter me from behind and began coaching, as promised, so he could learn to enjoy The Art of Consensual Sodomy as much as I do. My orgasms erupted, we both collapsed, and I gave him reprieve - knowing that he had a scene early in the morning.
I escaped to the restroom for a warm towel and upon my return I found him stretched out, snoring on my sofa. I looked at him and decided that I wouldn't kick him out and force him to make the 45 minute drive back to his place. I woke him gently, inviting him to my bed... only to find myself rather comfortable with his presence. Normally, I can't sleep with anyone in my bed except my man, (and 2 other individuals over the last few years.) Perhaps it was sheer exhaustion from so much work lately or maybe it was having been thoroughly worked over by this strapping young lad next to me, but he wrapped his arms around me, slid his cock in between my legs and pulled me close... and I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke in the morning, turned off the alarm and turned to find him pitching a tent next to me. I smiled... "if he didn't have to work today," I thought. He struggled awake, gathered his clothes from the living room floor, kissed me and headed out. He made it half way to the elevator and turned around.
"I forgot something."
He gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Have a great scene today."
"Oh for sure."
He gave me the thumbs up and disappeared into the elevator. Once again I saw him as being so very young... ;-)
I climbed back in bed for a few hours of uninterrupted sleep. My stylist, Terrell, arrived at my place at 9:30a. I desperately needed my hair color touched up. I'm so spoiled... Terrell is the only person I trust with my hair.. After he moved to NYC I would fly to Manhattan just to have him do my hair.
Terrell touched up my color, pressed my hair and made my fabulous again. We arranged another appointment for Tuesday, as I am dying to get my hair trimmed and have extensions put in for a few months. My hair is growing so fast... but I need to not have to deal with it for awhile. After he left, I began my day... shower, errands, bills, shopping - I bought 2 pair of shoes and a couple of pieces of lingerie. I grabbed a bite to eat at this little Mexi-Cali place, chatted with my mom on the phone for an hour or so, then made my way home. LT, this director from Elegant Angel, called to cancel a shoot he just booked yesterday for next Friday...
Settled in back at my place, I decided that a cat nap was truly in order. Hanging out with someone so young (and fullof energy,) has its detriments. I laid down at 6pm and woke at 10:30 with 2 text messages and one missed call.
The first was from my new friend...
"Wake up... I want to tell you goodnite."
So cute. The other was from another suitor.
I replied to both before climbing out of bed and just as I was sitting up my phone rang.
Tony.
I smiled. Tony is a really, really good friend of mine... a former lover that married a few years ago that to this day I love dearly. He was going to a bar near my place with a friend and invited me to join them. I promised to toss on a pair of jeans and head over. Instead, I found myself back in the shower followed by makeup and hair. I slipped on a brown bra and panty set then a coral and brown wrap dress I purchased a few days ago and a pair of brown patent leather peak toe pumps I bought earlier today. I added a gorgeous piece of rose quartz to my neck and headed out the door. The bar was just in Little Tokyo, so I grabbed a cab knowing I would be drinking.
Once at the Weyland Brewery, it took me a minute to find my ID. I did, then set about to find Tony and friend. I did, and we hugged over and over again as old friends do. :-)
"I don't know why I said I would throw on some jeans. You know me, I'm a woman. Since when have I ever just 'thrown on some jeans?' "
Tony laughed and agreed and introduced me to his friend. We caught up, I shared photos of the kids, he showed off his wedding band, his friend said he had the perfect drink for me.
*I love a confident man.*
The waitress arrived with a cantaloupe martini for me and a new round for the guys. I was duly impressed by the drink choice made by this gent I barely knew. While I could have gone for a mojito, or a jack and coke, I suppose at that moment I did look like I should be drinking a martini. LoL!
We talked about my current dating status, the Man back East that I love with everything I have, myLove, the young one, and every one else in between. We talked about my kids, his marriage and shared stories of the "Black Heidi" days. Tony always makes me smile... I came to realize that for the first time in a long time, I'm really happy.
Damn.
I'm happy.
My life isn't perfect, but despite all the wild obnoxious people that I encounter I am having a great life. I love my family, my friends, I have great kids, a comfortable life and people that love me in return. My Loves are many, and my disdains are few. I could be a better woman if I only could learn to slow down...
I don't think anyone could love themselves more... and that makes me happy.
I'm off to bed... its going to be a beautiful day out tomorrow. I think I want to go to the LA Times Festival of Books at UCLA. I believe Don Cheadle is speaking on the crisis in Darfur. :) Intelligence and Self-Awareness is so sexy.
~*~ Sinny ~*~