Last week I literally bumped into an old flame of mine.
We met at Oerol a couple of years ago.
He had a bad case of the hick-ups, if I ever saw one.
So I suggested a fun way to get rid of it by sexual oxygen shortage...otherwise know as bad-ass kissing.
For I had walked all over his back on my flip-flops in a full packed bar...and that didn't work.
So what's a helpful young woman got to do then...
The funny thing was...he didn't get it immediately, but when he did...my shortness of breath had nothing to do with lip-action.
And all to do with running and laughing and running at the same time, being dragged across the road in a frenzy...almost passing my tent at a thundering speed.
I really had to throw out the anchors to stop D and me.
And that night..well let's say we really enjoy each-others company.
Somehow he always brings a big smile on my face when we meet.
And the feeling is quite mutual. We have a 1,5 m rule, it's the distance we have to keep if we want to converse in a normal way.
Because when we forget or ... I see his eyes getting that naughty sparkle and feel my eyes glow in return, cheeks flushed.
A step closer and we are in danger of assaulting each-other in a crowded room.
So there he was...that healthy, testosterone hunk of a man. And I felt myself radiating sexual energy all over the place.
Almost surprised I didn't set things on fire. Kissing him on the cheeks, bending over and smelling him, I didn't want to step away. Just being near to him, makes me wanna curl up on his lap and purrrrrrrrrr.
Unfortunately for me, he has a girlfriend and he's totally and utterly in love and loyal to boot. Got to love the man for that. And I'm glad for him, to know that wondering restless soul has found it’s match and is happy.
We were never relationship material. We are on two completely different wavelengths, two big ego's, two creative spirits, too dominant and too attached to our freedom and solitude...but who cares. For when we are near each-other and we don't speak...one hour is enough to make me smile and skip for a week. I’m still skipping...
