The Day I Met Love

May 21, 2016 @ Ybor City Jazz House is where I met him. I was about to leave when I noticed him noticing me. His gaze was like kryptonite. I’m usually in control, but the way he looked at me took all of my powers away. I gotta know…who he is.

I met his gaze and he walked over to me. Time stopped. The music stopped. I could only see him. He sat next to me and said, “Hello gorgeous, my name is Bryson.”

I should have walked away, don’t know what made me stay. He was no beginner…I knew I couldn’t win. We talked a bit, then he took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Now I hear the music again. We were dancing very close song after song. Our cheeks touched and in an instant, we were kissing like long-lost lovers.

What am I doing? I’ve never experienced this before. I wanted to go home with him. I’ve never had a one-night stand…is this the way it happens? So many emotions. Head spinning. What are the rules?

We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Dance floor, parking garage…JUST DO IT my mind kept screaming.

I punked out! I went home…throbbing between my legs. But I got his phone number…

I tossed and turned all night thinking about him and what if?

What if I had gone home with him last night? How would I feel today? What would he think of me today? Would he even think of me at all after I did my slut walk of shame?

There was something different about him though. He called to make sure I made it home ok…or maybe the call was to change my mind about laying with him that night. Either way…he called. I liked listening to his voice. “Goodnight gorgeous.” Hmmm…I bet he says that to all the ladies.

I’ve spoken to him a few times today. Smiling each time his name popped up on my phone. Feeling like a schoolgirl with a lustful crush. I want him and he knows it.

It’s 10pm and I’m sitting on the couch trying to focus on a TV show, but I can’t stop thinking about him. Fuck it! I called him. He answered, “Hey gorgeous.”

I said, “I’m coming over.”

My nerves were on the outside of my body. Was I really on my way to his place to finish what we started? YES! I was nervous but totally committed to following through. I wanted him and he wanted me. Let’s make it happen!

As I pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex, my thoughts were running wild: What if the chemistry I thought we had was a fluke? What if his apartment is nasty? What if his dick is small? What if he is some sort of psycho (because I hadn’t told anyone where I was going)? I wonder if he has condoms because I totally forgot to bring some.

As soon as he opened the door, all of my fears and reservations were immediately silenced. There was that kryptonite gaze again. Damn, I’m weak. He pulled me to him and kissed me like it would be the last time we saw each other. I felt lightheaded. His hand was in the small of my back keeping me close to him. Music was playing in the background (Ro James my new favorite). Candles were lit and his place was immaculate. The mood was set and I was pleased.

I don’t remember if we had any conversation, but I’m sure we did. I do remember being led into his bedroom…more candlelight…soft gray hues…lots of pillows on the bed. I remember his fingers entangled in my hair and his palm on my neck. I remember thinking, “damn I’m so wet.”

He took his time with me. He was never awkward, never nervous, never unsure. He was just there. With me. Our kisses; slow and deep…I could feel them at the bottom of my stomach.

He led me where he wanted to go. It was artistic. The first orgasm came in a slow vibrating wave. Starting at my ankles, arching into my back, and flowing out of the top of my head. I was high and he wasn’t even inside me yet.

His first thrust was surprising…took my breath away. It had been a while since I had sex (over a year) and he is very well endowed so I had to breathe deeply in order to take him all in. Once there he gave me cervical orgasms multiple times. Which was so different. This wasn’t your dime a dozen clitoral orgasm. He made it safe enough for me to be my truest sexual form and from that would come the flood of euphoria and ecstasy that is a cervical orgasm. This one didn't peak but lasted for a long time, damn near 20 minutes!

My entire being was…ALIVE! I had awareness of every molecule in my body and at that point, we were making eye contact and I knew we were in the same place at the same time feeling the same thing, and…that was it. The closest to God I’ve ever felt.

It was AMAZING! There is something about a man with the ability to lead you anywhere that creates electric, mind-blowing sex.

Oh boy…what have I gotten myself into?!

It’s almost noon and I’m still at his place. I’m pretty sure we’ve broken all the one-night stand rules…if there is such a thing. His arms are wrapped around me…I think we slept this way all night. It feels nice…feels right.

He must have felt me watching him sleep because his eyes opened and he smiled. That smile. Kryptonite. His eyes are kind. I could so easily get lost in them. “Hey gorgeous,” he says. “Hey, Papi.” Papi? Terms of endearment already? Whatever…he earned it!

He leaned in and kissed me. His kiss was hot, hungry, demanding. I found myself melting into it, sinking into his touch, seduced by the taste of him and how he so expertly commanded me with one touch. He devoured my body, touching me with dark intent.

I shivered and strained toward him, except he kept me where I was. I loved and hated his strength, how he could control me, throw me around at will. Right now it was fucking hot!

This inhibited style of sex was new to me, and I was quickly growing addicted. I’d never known the rough abandon or carnal intent Bryson showed me. A grin spread across his face as he pushed my thighs open. My heart beat a little harder. I was his feast, spread out for the taking.

He didn’t waste time touching or caressing. He cupped my ass in both hands, his shoulders keeping me open to him…I held my breath as he licked the length of my slit.

He sucked my clit while massaging my ass. He surprised me the first time he penetrated me in both places, introducing me to a new realm of sexual fantasy. It was easy to imagine that moment happening in a movie. Just thinking about what we were doing was so hot I almost came from the mental picture alone.

The feel of him was growing more familiar. He leaned over me, forcing me back, sinking fully into me. It felt as if there was a thread of sensation tied from his kiss to my pussy, and every pass of his tongue caressed me in both places. At long last, he began to thrust, in and out of me. The sound of his breathing, of our joining bodies, was the only sound in the apartment. He has spoiled me for the most part, giving me multiple orgasms when no one else had ever been able to deliver.

Little sparks went off behind my eyelids at the sensation….”Oooohhhh Papi.”

My orgasm rolled up through my body, warm and all-consuming, I shuddered and screamed as he continued to fuck me. Sparks of sensation coursed through my veins, drawing the orgasm out longer as he hit the perfect spot inside me. I cried out, the pleasure becoming too much, but he just thrust deeper and groaned. I panted, relieved he’d come too.

He smiled, kissed me and I watched him as he walked to the bathroom. So sexy.

He brought me a warm towel and said, “You want breakfast, gorgeous?”

Now that we’ve broken the ice…we can date. A bit unconventional I know, but why follow the rules now?

We went out for sushi. We arrived during happy hour so the atmosphere was pretty lively. We sat in a booth on the same side…close. His hand was on my thigh most of the evening. Not a cell phone in sight. We talked, we laughed, we flirted…a lot. It felt like we were the only people in the room.

I never experienced any of the first date awkwardness. I was comfortable. I was exactly where I wanted to be. We’ve already done things people in “relationships” aren’t comfortable doing in front of each other. He’s seen me with no makeup. I used the bathroom with the door open. I slept at his place and probably even drooled on his shoulder a bit. We’ve had sex with the lights on. He’s seen a vast majority of my sex faces and I’m positive he has seen my Spanx. Not much left except seeing each other’s credit reports.

After savoring a few sushi selections and two glasses of wine (YES he drinks wine…yaaaayyyy!) the temperature at our table started to rise. It’s time to go…check, please! He paid the bill. I left the tip. Dessert to be served back at his place.

I can hardly wait!

We arrived back at his place and the seducing began immediately. I swear his playlist was made just to make my clothes magically melt away. Song after song was infused with sexy lyrics and slow grinding rhythms. I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

His actions were slow and deliberate…always building my desire to the point of making me beg. I told you, he is no beginner. At that moment he was the artist and I was his muse. Ready to go with him wherever he wanted to take me. This thing between us is either going to be really really good or really really bad. Right now…it’s really really good.

There’s not a lot of things that surprise me when it comes to sex. I consider myself a try-sexual, I try everything once as long as it doesn’t hurt (too much) or make me bleed. Then I met Bryson. I’ve experienced more pleasure than any one person can stand all at once. I thought I had experienced ecstasy before, but I was sadly mistaken.

Bear with me as I try to describe my experience on this night. I’m assuming everyone knows that women can experience different types of orgasms, but how many times have you been with someone who makes you experience several types during one encounter?

If you’re one of the fortunate ones, kudos to you, but this has NEVER happened to me. Although it was amazingly pleasurable…it was also a tad bit overwhelming and a bit scary. Scary because I’m sure I came very close to losing consciousness.

The first orgasm was one I’m completely familiar with and one of the most common…clitoral stimulation. Intensely pleasurable…sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. The next one took a little longer and started in my lower stomach area then spread from there. My pelvic muscles and my anus were contracting. The contractions were so strong they pushed him out of me a few times. He smiled at this. This orgasm (not sure what to name it) was deep and slowly grew then exploded deep inside of me. I couldn’t stop moaning and shaking.

The next sensation was definitely a G-spot orgasm. I’d only heard about this one, but from all descriptions, I’m positive this was it. It was powerful! My whole body exploded and my legs were shaking uncontrollably. This orgasm was a very special deep sensual pleasure. I was carried away by a powerful wave of euphoric energy and for a moment I didn’t even realize where I was.

I hope you’re not out of breath yet because there’s more. Just as I began to come back to my senses I was hit with another type of orgasm that I can’t give a name to. It was so intense I felt like I was having all of the above-mentioned orgasms all at once. Every part of me was on fire…including my skin. Is there such a thing as a skin orgasm?

Get this…that last sensation was achieved by using his fingers! JESUS, MARY & JOSEPH…HELP ME!

When my screaming stopped, he whispered, “We’re supposed to be just fucking.”

WTF! Now, this just became really really bad.

WTF did he just say? WTF does that even mean? “We’re supposed to be just fucking.”

I made that statement once after our one-night stand turned into a mini- series of 9 1/2 Weeks. I mean…it was obvious at that point that what we were doing couldn’t be put into the “just fucking” category right? Or was that only obvious to me?

I didn’t know how to receive his statement. Was it the way he said it or WHEN he said it that bothered me most? I really don’t know. I just know it bothered the fuck out of me. I was low-key upset. Of course, I had to try not to show how bothered I was to him. We did just meet barely five days ago. Way too soon to be all in my feelings right?

Shit! Was that his way of snapping me back to reality? Was that his way of telling me not to get it twisted…it was JUST a fuck? A 4 day continuous, AMAZING fuck…but a fuck nonetheless. Shit! Shit! Shit! Ok…I’ve got to pull myself together and snap back. I mean I did JUST meet this man, made out with him in a club like some roofied groupie, fucked him the day after that and the day after that, and the day after that…what was I expecting…a fucking marriage proposal? Geez, girl…realize it for what it was, keep what’s left of your dignity, and move the fuck on. It happened, it was damn good, goodbye! Journal that shit for posterity and let it go!

I managed to give him a half-assed kiss goodbye…not even sure if he realized how half-assed it was. He let me know that his son would be visiting from Philadelphia during the Memorial Day holiday so we probably wouldn’t see each other “as much” until after his son left.

What he said and what I “heard” were two different things. In my mind, it was his way of saying, “It’s been fun, but it ends here.” I psyched myself up to believe I wouldn’t hear from him again. Hell, I planned not to answer if he called or text anyway because of the statement he made. I was silently male-bashing him.

On my drive home I had a hard time fighting feelings of hurt, disappointment, and anger at myself for being so reckless. What was I thinking? This was not me. I don’t do things like this…EVER! Uuuuggghhhhh!!!

Then a Ro James song began to play on the radio. A song we had done some slow grinding to. I started replaying his hands on me, the taste of him, the smell of him, all the sensations that ran through my body when he made me climax…and it happened…I came! I fucking came just thinking about him! WTF!

This is really really bad!

Much to my surprise, Bryson continued to communicate with me. Every morning I received a text, “Good morning gorgeous.” Uuugghhhhh…why do I continue to respond? I told myself I wouldn’t answer. Lies! I wanted to hear from him. I was happy to hear from him.

The communication continued to be consistent for over a week. I was pleasantly surprised and impressed. He had his son with him so I knew I wouldn’t see him. I missed him. Damn…I hated to admit that. I missed him. Not just the sex…HIM! I liked being around him. Being near him was intoxicating. WTH is going on? I hardly know this man.

I want to get to know him better. I wonder if he wants to get to know me. I feel like he does. I hope he does. Geesh…I’m tripping. I have never experienced the kind of chaos that is going on in my head right now. I have a bad case of the “what ifs” and it’s driving me crazy. I prayed for clarity.

Clarity came too soon. No “good morning gorgeous” for a couple of days in a row. WOW! Really??? I texted him a few times and received no response. OK! So here it is! Typical guy shit. I was DONE! Oh well, it was good while it lasted. Goodbye Bryson! But why am I upset? I don’t know him. I’ll probably never run into him again. I did have a great time and I don’t regret anything. So why am I so fucking upset?!!

I talked a whole lot of shit in my head: how I wasn’t going to respond if he did happen to text me and how I wasn’t going to answer if he called. Straight bullshit! He texted me and instead of just responding, I fucked around and did the unthinkable...I drove over to his place!

I sat in my car for what seemed like an eternity before I worked up the nerve to go knock on his door. I mean, what's the worse that could happen?

I knocked and held my breath, secretly hoping he wouldn't answer and my dumb ass would be let off the hook from looking like a total stalker. No such luck, the door opened and it was NOT Bryson! For a split second, I thought I was at the wrong apartment because it was a female staring at me like I had an eye in the middle of my forehead. Then Bryson appeared, looking busted as fuck! "Oh hey Vanessa, meet Love, my wife".

This is really really bad!