Be vewy, vewy quiet...  

fieldsofdaisy 41F
1343 posts
8/8/2006 1:58 pm

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11/7/2006 3:16 pm

Be vewy, vewy quiet...

I miss the chase.

I've long held that one of the things I miss most about being in a relationship is the one-night stands. I know, I know, sex is better when you get to know someone, at least a little. Their likes, their dislikes. Yada, yada, yada. But, there is just something about the one night stand. Something primal, something instinctual. They've always been a particular favorite of mine.

(I also learned a long time ago that most women cannot handle the one night stand. I finally stopped advising my girlfriends to have them after always being left to mop up the emotional mess for weeks afterwards!)

Anyway. So, I was listening to Promiscuous, by Nelly Furtado & Timbaland, on the way to work this morning. The song just struck me as such a vivid depiction of 'the chase'. And, I decided that was a large part of the appeal of the one night stand for me. (besides the obvious, of course! )

You know what I mean. The thoughts, feelings, anticipation that builds when you spot someone, like what you see, and proceed to get noticed, connect and consummate.

You're dressed, made up, done up. You feel good, you look better. The music is pulsing, pounding through your body. You feel like your heart is beating to the music. The alcohol is flowing. You feel good. You dance. You revel in the music, the writhing of sweaty, whirling bodies. You get lost in the music, lost in the atmosphere. Some of my best 'life is good' moments have happened on the dance floor. You break and head for the bar. You spot him. DAMN. You stare. Willing him to look your way. He does. You make definitive, lingering eye contact. A slow smile curves across your face, you break the gaze and move back to the dance floor. More dancing. You see him skirting the dance floor. You know he's looking at you. You watch him. Maintaining eye contact as he passes. Turning if you need to. Break the gaze again, with a laugh and a smile. Drink. Dance. Make eye contact. Dance. Drink. He stands next to you at the bar. Buys you a drink. You make small talk. You place your hand on his arm. Electricity crackles between the both of you, from that one simple touch. Standing next to each other at the bar, very close. Shoulders touching. Small talk. Throwing innuendo. Suggestive comments. Then, an excuse to step away momentarily, perhaps the bathroom. Upon your departure, you turn, using this opportunity to brush firmly against him as you pass. More electricity. The promise of what is to come settles in as an ache in your belly, a dampness in your panties. Upon your return, you dance together. Bodies close. Eyes locked. Whispering the naughtiest, most delicious thoughts to each other as you sweat, grind, touch. A dark corner. He sits on a stool. You stand between his legs. His hand softly on your neck, your hands on his strong thighs. The slow descent into a kiss. Achingly slow. You are inches from his face, pausing for a moment. Breathing each other's breath. The hairs on the back of your neck standing. Waves of anticipation coursing through you. In that one moment, that 'almost' first kiss, all the promise in the world. Your toes curl. Your sex aches. Finally...

I miss the chase.



Note: I chose the club for this, simply because I love to dance. You can replace it with any location. The office. The store. The mall. The carnival. Disneyland. The Gun and Doll show. The thrill of it can be found anywhere.

2daycowboywanted 45F

8/8/2006 2:47 pm

Well here is to finding the chase again!

Until later

NiceGuyMush 47M

8/8/2006 3:31 pm

Daisy - A lovely tale, thanks for sharing....

When are you coming down under for dance?


living2lives 45M

8/8/2006 3:49 pm

Gun and doll show eh? That would be a hoot.

SingleWarrior 52M

8/8/2006 7:03 pm


SingleWarrior 52M

8/9/2006 2:08 am

Single, Awwww, darlin'. I'm a good hunter, but even someone as good as me can find a mountain range quite daunting! Can't quite get you in my sights from down here in the valley!!

Such is my fate.

Choozmi 50M

8/19/2006 11:26 am

That was one of the hottest, most extraordinary descriptions of "the chase" I've ever read.

I've never been too good at those chases. Every one night stand I've had has led to a relationship of some sort. But the chases were lots of fun.

I think my problem is that I get too into conversation during the chase. We end up liking each other enough to want to stay in touch and... boom. Relationship.

Maybe I should stare into eyes more and converse less.

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