Potential New Love ?  

slut_amiee 35F
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6/6/2006 7:30 pm
Potential New Love ?

May 14, 2005
Sorry that it's been awhile for an update. My work load is just crazy and I had to go to Florida for a business conference last weekend. That was a good time. Besides having to go to the all day conference on Sunday, I got to hit some cool beaches and meet some great new people.

Where do I begin with Paul? Hmmmm. Well, I didn't hear from him on the Sunday or Monday after our date, but when I got back from lunch on Tuesday, there was a huge bouquet of flowers on my desk from him.

The card read, "Although these flowers are beautiful, they don't compare to the beautiful woman they are for. I had a great time on Saturday. Love, Paul."

I'm not sure if he wrote that or let the florist do it, but it doesn't matter because it made my heart skip nonetheless. Hopefully, I can thank him fully when I see him next. I must admit, I was worried that I may never hear from him again. I have been with many men (and women, for that matter) and I was really bummed at the thought that I might not hear from him again. That is really scary for me. I called him when I got home from work and invited him over for dinner for Wednesday night.

He arrived right on time and looked amazing. He had a bottle of red wine and more flowers. A girl could definitely get used to this. I made Coq Au Vin and we finished the wine. To work off the Coq Au Vin, we decided to go for a walk. We walked hand-in-hand and chatted for two hours. Every second I spend with him makes me want to spend more. It almost feels like we've been friends forever...is that weird? It feels weird.

When we got back to my condo, we moved to the couch to flip channels. That lasted for five minutes before we were groping one another and getting hot. We kissed and touched, licked and caressed. It didn't have the same intensity as the night in the bathroom, but it was slow, sensual and made me very wet. I didn't bother to ask him if we should move to the bedroom. As much as I wanted to rip every stitch of clothing off his body and fuck him until his eyes crossed, I didn't even attempt to. I found myself wanting to take it slow. I have no idea why I'm feeling this way. As frustrating as it is, it seems to be the right thing to do. It was getting late and we called it a night, with promises to call one another. Which we both did. We've talked to each other a few times a day ever since. Our next date is for tomorrow night (crazy schedules) and I can't wait. I don't know how much longer I can wait to get him into bed either. My vibrator has gone through two sets of batteries since I met him!



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