A couple weeks ago, that guy WOODY [the pancake-loving wizard] returned to my city for the aforementioned second visit.
I met him at the same hotel, a floor above where we'd met before. We kissed and hugged our way over the bed immediately, and flopped down to discuss how happy we were to see one another. Following this came more big-bed sex. No paintings were broken, but a few bruises were incurred, and the kissing was better than I remembered. I truly wanted to eat his sweet bearded face. Afterward, the 'I'm so happy to see you' talk continued til the morning, when we revisited the world's greatest pancakes.
We spent the next two days in that hotel room, only leaving once to buy some chocolate. We went from totally filthy sex to exchanging prom stories. I got to know him and let him know me more than I usually allow. There was something about him that made me feel wide open.
The last morning was a little sad. He said he wanted to get together again soon, and I said 'Let's just see what happens.' I wasn't quite open enough to make plans.
