After months of not seeing him, Marlon paid a visit recently. I would rather not say exactly when it was, but it's fair enough to say I am no longer suffering from post-orgasm high. I've had plenty of time to come down. So, this should be an accurate retelling as I remember it. There will be none of the fluff about how things are so complicated. There will be no talk of feelings. I mean, I do have feelings for him, but this isn't about that. We know how I feel about him. That's been discussed. He and I know. You all know. Everyone knows.
So, everything on the table, he showed up at my place at around 9 and we had a drink ... or 4. Then, we made our way to a nearby bar. If you just started reading this blog, I kind of hate the town in which I live. I am here for college and it is essentially good for that and that alone. I attend a great school and I am getting a great education. But, that's about all this town has to offer. So, we went to this bar that was having a "reggae night." This amounted to us sitting at a table on the balcony and fending off white-kid trustafarians with body odor and blood alcohol levels ranging from slightly annoying to full blown dumbass. It made for good laughs and after having a few more drinks and many laughs, we ventured out of the land of hippies and bad "reggae" and made our way to my bed.
I was already stripped down to a white tank and panties while he slipped his pants and shirt off. As I looked at his body and his perfect skin, I remembered what it was like to feel him. A warm feeling fell over me. I wasn't extremely aroused or overly excited. But, I remembered and I was happy he was there.
He laid down on the side of the bed that's not mine. That's really all I can call that side of the bed. It's not anybody's. But, that night, it was his. I sat up next to him and we talked about nothing ... joking about the night we had, and talking about past sexual experiences. It wasn't hot talk or anything that was preparing either of us for what was to come. It was more about the things we have done that we aren't so proud of. Not things in the Mouth-Spitter range, but times we had done people ... less-than-right.
After we'd laughed for a while, I put on The Office (it's both of our favorite show) and we watched half of an episode. That's all we made it through. I don't remember how it started. But, somewhere along the way, his mouth made it's way to mine and his fingers were inching down my stomach and toward my sensible white cotton panties. They weren't actually sensible, at all. I just like the unimposing, slightly accidental sexiness of white panties and a white tank top.
Now, I was excited. It had been so long since I had seen him. I missed having him inside me. I missed the feeling of his breath and mouth on my neck and chest. I missed the way he looked into my eyes when he was inside me and the way he kissed me softly at my highest points of pleasure. I wouldn't miss any of it much longer.
He was on top of me, kissing my neck and then, in a stealth and firm movement, he was inside me. I remembered that he felt amazing, but this time it was different. As soon as he was inside me, I had that same rush of pleasure I had always had. But, this time, there was less. It wasn't him. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that in some odd way, I felt like I was cheating on The Maybe Boyfriend. We weren't exclusive. We were allowed to talk to other people. We were allowed to do whatever we pleased. I had no idea what he was doing. But, none of this was the issue. The issue was the fact that I had developed an emotional bond with him and he was the last and only person I had been with in months.
But then, Marlon kissed me again and I was thrust back into the moment, so to speak. With his lips and body to mine, I slid my hands down his back and pulled him deeper into me. At that moment, my fists clinched the bed and my muscles tightened. It flooded my body and my mind became crystal clear and content. There were 2 more to follow, and then his. Then, we fell asleep in each other's arms. He's the only man I have slept in the arms of since my ex. I just don't do it. But, with him, I let that go and I just sleep in the place that feels best.
The next morning, he pressed up against me and we started talking. Again, I don't remember what we talked about, but it came with more laughter. In the tradition that is 'us,' we made love again in the cool blue air that leaks into my room at dawn. It was great. I love morning sex, but sometimes it is hard for me to climax that soon after waking up. This has never been the case with Marlon.
I've never had sex with Marlon and not come more than once. This time, it was different. I came and as soon as I had reached the intensity of my orgasm, he reached his. It was impeccable timing and the pleasure of coming at the same time was far greater than the pleasure I would have gotten out of a sequel orgasm. The second is never quite as good as the first for me anyway.
He laid down next to me for a little while longer and we hugged and talked more. Then, it was time for him to go. I walked him out and kissed him goodbye. It's great with him, because each time I hug and kiss him goodbye, I know it might be the last time I see him. For some reason, as wonderful as he is, I don't mind this fact. Some things are great and stay in your life. Others, are great for a while, but then they are gone. There will be a day when I don't know Marlon anymore. There will be a day when he is married and and raising a family. But, in my mind he will remain the same. He will be untainted, because we have never gotten close enough to have a fight ... He's never disappointed me or made me sad, because I've never expected anything from him. That's what makes it perfect.
So, everything on the table, he showed up at my place at around 9 and we had a drink ... or 4. Then, we made our way to a nearby bar. If you just started reading this blog, I kind of hate the town in which I live. I am here for college and it is essentially good for that and that alone. I attend a great school and I am getting a great education. But, that's about all this town has to offer. So, we went to this bar that was having a "reggae night." This amounted to us sitting at a table on the balcony and fending off white-kid trustafarians with body odor and blood alcohol levels ranging from slightly annoying to full blown dumbass. It made for good laughs and after having a few more drinks and many laughs, we ventured out of the land of hippies and bad "reggae" and made our way to my bed.
I was already stripped down to a white tank and panties while he slipped his pants and shirt off. As I looked at his body and his perfect skin, I remembered what it was like to feel him. A warm feeling fell over me. I wasn't extremely aroused or overly excited. But, I remembered and I was happy he was there.
He laid down on the side of the bed that's not mine. That's really all I can call that side of the bed. It's not anybody's. But, that night, it was his. I sat up next to him and we talked about nothing ... joking about the night we had, and talking about past sexual experiences. It wasn't hot talk or anything that was preparing either of us for what was to come. It was more about the things we have done that we aren't so proud of. Not things in the Mouth-Spitter range, but times we had done people ... less-than-right.
After we'd laughed for a while, I put on The Office (it's both of our favorite show) and we watched half of an episode. That's all we made it through. I don't remember how it started. But, somewhere along the way, his mouth made it's way to mine and his fingers were inching down my stomach and toward my sensible white cotton panties. They weren't actually sensible, at all. I just like the unimposing, slightly accidental sexiness of white panties and a white tank top.
Now, I was excited. It had been so long since I had seen him. I missed having him inside me. I missed the feeling of his breath and mouth on my neck and chest. I missed the way he looked into my eyes when he was inside me and the way he kissed me softly at my highest points of pleasure. I wouldn't miss any of it much longer.
He was on top of me, kissing my neck and then, in a stealth and firm movement, he was inside me. I remembered that he felt amazing, but this time it was different. As soon as he was inside me, I had that same rush of pleasure I had always had. But, this time, there was less. It wasn't him. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the fact that in some odd way, I felt like I was cheating on The Maybe Boyfriend. We weren't exclusive. We were allowed to talk to other people. We were allowed to do whatever we pleased. I had no idea what he was doing. But, none of this was the issue. The issue was the fact that I had developed an emotional bond with him and he was the last and only person I had been with in months.
But then, Marlon kissed me again and I was thrust back into the moment, so to speak. With his lips and body to mine, I slid my hands down his back and pulled him deeper into me. At that moment, my fists clinched the bed and my muscles tightened. It flooded my body and my mind became crystal clear and content. There were 2 more to follow, and then his. Then, we fell asleep in each other's arms. He's the only man I have slept in the arms of since my ex. I just don't do it. But, with him, I let that go and I just sleep in the place that feels best.
The next morning, he pressed up against me and we started talking. Again, I don't remember what we talked about, but it came with more laughter. In the tradition that is 'us,' we made love again in the cool blue air that leaks into my room at dawn. It was great. I love morning sex, but sometimes it is hard for me to climax that soon after waking up. This has never been the case with Marlon.
I've never had sex with Marlon and not come more than once. This time, it was different. I came and as soon as I had reached the intensity of my orgasm, he reached his. It was impeccable timing and the pleasure of coming at the same time was far greater than the pleasure I would have gotten out of a sequel orgasm. The second is never quite as good as the first for me anyway.
He laid down next to me for a little while longer and we hugged and talked more. Then, it was time for him to go. I walked him out and kissed him goodbye. It's great with him, because each time I hug and kiss him goodbye, I know it might be the last time I see him. For some reason, as wonderful as he is, I don't mind this fact. Some things are great and stay in your life. Others, are great for a while, but then they are gone. There will be a day when I don't know Marlon anymore. There will be a day when he is married and and raising a family. But, in my mind he will remain the same. He will be untainted, because we have never gotten close enough to have a fight ... He's never disappointed me or made me sad, because I've never expected anything from him. That's what makes it perfect.
This was a great post. It had this 'the end' quality about it.
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