Sorry  

rm_piewinch 34F
28 posts
3/15/2006 5:23 am

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6/20/2006 9:57 am

Sorry


To the guy with the tomato hair who I met back in September. You were nice, a bit dry, an engineering type. We met over drinks and bruschetta at a bar in Takadanobaba. You took me back to your apartment when I missed the last train. I was being lively and pretending to be someone I was not. We watched a very bad movie together. You moved in behind me and touched my breast, and things went from there.

I can't say I enjoyed it all that much. I was trying to forget about Nazo. I had decided that a sexual encounter with someone else was the only thing that would obliterate him. While you were fucking me, I thought about him and other women. I could hear that knowing voice of his in my mind.

I couldn't go to sleep after it was over. I could tell you liked me. You'd referred to it as "making love". You seemed to have sensitivity.

When we woke up in the morning, I could feel you pressing up against me. I felt your delicate hand - with its long fingers - moving purposefully across my belly. You said something to me.

I sat up in bed. I jammed my legs into my pants. I made for the entryway and snatched up my shoes with my left hand. Then I opened the door and ran.

Maybe I forgot something. Maybe I headed for the wrong exit. But all I remember after that is you being at the door of your apartment, looking very confused, asking if you had done something. I gave you a look of horror.

Then I took off and kept on running down the third-floor corridor.

I didn't put my shoes on until I got out the door of the complex. I had a paranoia you would be able to follow the sound of my heels on the floor.

Then I ran all the way to Takadanobaba Station. It felt so fucking good.

When I got on the train, I felt like a kid that had gotten away with something. I was jittery and full of beans for so very early in the morning. I plugged my earphones in and started dancing.

hotrod352006 67M  
555 posts
3/15/2006 9:09 am

That's called mind fucking...then dancing your troubles away.


fmisvme 46M/36F

3/15/2006 9:20 am

What made you want to apoligize six months later? And you never know, maybe you saved him from having to come up with an excuse to get you to leave...you never know...don't feel too bad.
Good luck in the future!!

Rock Chalk Jayhawk!


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