Well, sort of new...
It's interesting, the amazing variety a simple act is capable of. I've been thinking about how different sex feels in different circumstances. Last night, I went home with a charming someone who I met in a bar after a frustrating date. They took the time to seduce me, and there were moments of genuine sweetness, of epiphany and insight. It felt... healing, and was full of basic, carnal pleasure. I could have stayed the night, if I chose, and woken up to comfort and pleasure. But maybe a little too much intimacy too, so I didn't. This afternoon, I woke up from a nap to familiar hands and familiar pleasure. It felt like a dance with someone who knows how to lead, perfectly synced steps, not scripted, but known. Immensely satisfying, even in its lack of newness. And tonight I went home with a date, someone who I could tell wasn't going to be a good lover. Too cocky. But I was attracted to him, and wanted to give it a chance. But my first instincts were right. He was awkwa...