The Wizard: Round Two

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.

Pancakes

WOODY [The wizard in the long underwear] and I went our separate ways for the day, after a 2-hour goodbye in my bed. He had friends in town to see, and I had to work. Toward the end of a busy day, he sent a text that said a fancy hotel's name, and 'midnight.' I twirled around and squeaked at the thought of getting him all to myself in an anonymous, sound-proof room.

Upon entering the bourgeois palace, WOODY asked if I wanted to go get a drink downstairs. "Um, okay," I said, but I knew that neither of us wanted a drink, so I began a long kiss that involved taking off his coat, Metallica t-shirt, pants, and the purple long underwear. Under it all, he was wearing pale pink underoo-style briefs, "because it's a special occasion." 

We took our time, laughed, confessed & indulged in each other's kinks, broke the painting above the bed, and finally collapsed into a heap in the middle of the giant bed overlooking the city. 

In the late morning I gave into his attempts to wake me and agreed to a big breakfast. The world's best blueberry pancakes were brought to the room and were devoured amidst excessive praise. "This is the best pancake ever." "Seriously, we should go visit the chef." "Let's live here." 

A cab took me to my place, and him to the airport. There was excitement over seeing each other again, but no plans. It was too perfect to ruin with expectations.

... Then yesterday WOODY called to say he found a cheap flight back here for the weekend: "I need more pancakes."

Balloons

WOODY [the wizard-y guy I met through work a month ago] met me last weekend at the local pub. The place was packed, and just as I scanned the room at third time, I saw him walk in the door - covered in snow, taller than I remembered, with those fucked up teeth beaming through the mop of stringy long hair. A big involuntary smile crept onto my face.

After a couple hours of shop talk and absolutely no flirting, WOODY said he could go for one more, so I invited him to my place.

Perched on my counter top, sharing a beer and eating figs, we discussed our blogs and all the volunteer work we don't do. Around 4am, we retired to my room, where I nervously asked if I ought to stay on the couch. He shook his head and calmly stripped down to his bright purple long underwear and Metallica t-shirt.

I turned out the light, undressed down to my slip, and crawled under the covers. We lay facing eachother, our feet touching, and he kissed me. I overreacted with a big "WHOA!" He mumbled something about wanting to kiss me right away when I smiled at him upon entering the bar... Ahem. Why must it take two adults 5 hours to make a move? 

But oh, the kissing! Truth be told, kissing to me is what one does to get to the good stuff. I don't revel in it. But this was incredible. I wanted to eat him. It took a while to get those long johns off, but once they hit the floor, mayhem ensued. Our mouths smashed together and only came apart to announce that someone had been bad.

As the sun came up, we wrapped around one another and made plans to get together the following evening.

Jingle Bells

The snow is here, which has led to an overflow of suitors and rampant innuendo. Cold weather makes everybody horny. It’s a fact.

I’ll start with WOODY, a tour manager I worked with about a month ago. He was pretty sexy in a wizard kind of way – very tall, long hair and crazy teeth. We just worked together for the one day, but he has emailed me a couple times since about business. Then he called last night to say he would be in town soon and wanted to ‘act out a romantic comedy’ with me. We’re having drinks this week.

RUSSELL HAMMOND [cranky guitarist I toured/slept with once] emailed me a few weeks ago to say hello. This man is all kinds of trouble: He is great in bed and he’s got a girlfriend. He lives far away and we rarely talk, but once in a while we catch up and imply filthy acts on one another. He invited me to visit his city and take a bath with him… A thousand sighs.

And then there is ELLIOT [funny friend I boned for a while earlier this year]. The fact that sex is always a possibility with him is both alluring and repellent. If he was just an easy booty call, I could be into it. But there is a hint of lovey-dovey in him that scares me away. He called and asked if I wanted to come over to ‘watch a movie,’ which for men everywhere (and yours truly) is code for ‘boner time.’ However, hurt feelings seem to be inevitable here so I am going to refrain for now.

This cold weather heat isn’t just happening to me. Every one of my single friends is getting some, or being trampled with propositions. It’s an exciting time. Happy Holidays to my libido and yours.