Random Acts of Awesome

So, then came Trevor. The flirting we'd done had always been about him being in charge, him doing things to me. What he'd allow me to do to him, what he WOULDN'T allow me to do to him... the ball was always very much in his court. I'd had plenty of men try and flirt with me like this in the past, but when it came down to the reality, they never followed through. I never let them follow through, because I couldn't let them have that kind of control over me. I had high hopes for the reality of Trevors flirting, though. I'd known him for so long, had such a strong impression of him from before we ever physically met. The first time we met was the first time we fucked. I've already told that story, and it was amazing. It was. Sex can be awkward the first time, though still fun. But our first time wasn't awkward. It was just hot. And the second, and the third, and so on and so forth. We have good chemistry, and it didn't take us long to figure out what

I always fall a little in love with musicians on the stage. Watching them concentrate on their craft, brows furrowed and deeply shadowed under harsh lights. Lips tucked under teeth, tongue occasionally peeking out as their fingers fly. The musicians I end up loving the most always forget about the audience. They're so caught up in their own sensual world that we don't exist to them anymore. It's like sitting in a dark corner, watching an unwary hedonist masturbate. Beautiful.