Three-Way

Note: The title refers to the confusion of talking to three men at once. Keep your pants on.

Um. I'm having trouble breathing and I think I've been blushing for an hour straight. I've been chatting with Finn since...well, about four hours. Turkic hasn't contacted me at all, but 's fine because Arch was having me edit his paper and that was taking my focus, and then Rhode Island (blind-date set up, went alright but he's headed out of town in a few days) was also chatting me up...

And you'll notice the change of tense because I got all distracted and other things happened and all this was at ~4AM but now it's 8AM and do I have a story to tell.

So Finn and I were chatting back and forth, about perversity and fetishes and attraction, masturbation and bondage and very briefly vibrators - oh, and the secrets to the psyches of the sexes. We were chatting for about three or so hours and then he says, just after three, that he's naked and wet. Because he's just gotten out of the shower, obviously, but it formed a lump in my throat and I was turned on already. Words like that really weren't fair.

So then the conversation turned to sex in showers, then sex in space shuttles, then bondage and his experiences with it. So then I admit my particular inclination for being tied up and then we get speculative but not very subtle. Then I wasn't having much luck keeping my head straight, so I used the words "hot and bothered". He used the words "rock hard" and I egged him on until he said, "I would like to fuck you," which is stupid polite for the words that are in that sentence. I hesitated, wavered, asked what he wanted. Good choice. "you. here. 5 min."

Well, that does it for me. I can't think of any other combination of words that would get me in a man's bed faster. And yes, I was really fucking turned on, but I worried about waking up his housemates, so that says something. And so he invited me to stay over, though it was probably 5AM by that point, and we talked 'til past six, and eventually I drifted off and...

And he wants a next time, and he wrapped himself around me through morning and didn't want me to be late and it's all incredibly sweet and made better by the fact that I haven't turned into an epicly psychotic woman yet, that I'm not pathetically attached to him or the idea of him, that at least for now we're just enjoying each other.