what a day
Me, a 21 year old college student (a bit late bloomer you think? A boot to the head for you, I am a gentleman after all and was saving it for the right one) having a couple days off school thanks to the college exam schedule. Her, a 46 year old woman born and raised in england, moved here to Canada just over 24 years ago a little before her first born. Me, untrained in the pleasures of the flesh due to actually being a decent human being. Her, untrained in the real pleasures of the flesh due to being raised in a strict christian household and hubby being so as well...she didn't realize where it was supposed to go, and he was one of those "just stick in in and wiggle it around 'till you're done" sort, both of them thinking it a sin and all that. After loss of hubby though and we'd become friends, she got curious, but we were both being good 'till we could get some other life stuff sorted out. On this day she comes by my place in the early morning and we watch some movies. Get to cuddling together, then kissing, hands exploring, getting hotter and heavier steadily as we lose interest in the movie and more in each other. That's when we decide today's the day. We did it constantly all day long, then in the late afternoon we decide to take a break and get some dinner to replenish spent energy. Turn on the tele to see what's on and see constantly looping videos of two commercial airplanes crashing into the twin towers then them collapsing. Yes, it was 'that' September 11th. What a day. I found my mate (lovers now for...what...three and a half years and we do it at least 3 times a day, when we have the day all alone have had marathon days of upwards of 9 times a day...for me that is, for her a bit more), and ol' Curious George had his nipple tweaked by his Saudi buddies. Of course, the latter means nothing to me and the prior quite a bit, so that's what 9/11 means to me. Rabbits have nothing on us. Here's to the first time being the right time!
(Cloven, Sat 5 Mar 2005, 0:28, Reply)