I knew it was a one night stand. She knew it was a one night stand. Hell, she knew it before I knew it. I wasn't even sure she was going to go through with it. But there we were waking up from hot sex the night before to have hot rollover sex in the morning. Then I escorted her back to her room. And with one final hilarious quip, she was gone.
Yep. Gone. I have this kind of luck where I bump into people I least expect while walking around NYC. Never happened. I have this kind of luck where out of nowhere someone will call me out of the blue and say,
"Hey, I was just thinking about that time you were sucking on my clit and I had to call."
Wait. Who is this?
I have this thing where one night isn't really one night.
But with her it was one night.
I had a feeling she had a boyfriend (or more) back in NY. I had a feeling our hot sex in a hot locale was something her friends would keep secret from whoever he was. But the moans that escaped her pretty lips, how she squeezed her gorgeous eyes closed and then gazed at me after yet another orgasm…
Surely, surely we'd cross paths.
Kinky kismet right?
Every now and again, I get an odd Facebook request or Twitter follower - who…is that?? Naaaah.
And I admit. I've looked on FB and Twitter just to see if I could find her. All I remember is her first name. Her last name was something hella complicated. Was it her real name? Did I reject her request because the name wasn't the same and there was no picture? Yikes.
Am I pining over a one night stand? WTF!? It's been years and years over!
But alas, this is New York City and I know that at the least opportune time, I could turn a corner and she could be there -- with a shocked look and the GUY on her arm. Or a GAL on mine. I'd nod to them both and we'd keep walking in opposite directions.
And she'd remember the way she moaned and her excitement slid down her thighs, the way her smokey voice asked for more…
And I'd remember (again) how she tasted, how she gripped my manhood and pounded against my chest as she rode me.
…and perhaps then one of us would say, "Oh right her/his name is______, lemme press follow/friend and say hello."
Am I the only one? Have you lost touch with something juicy that you haven't spoken to in awhile (one night or more)?
They call me The Fury and my memory is a gift and a curse - that's how the one night stand returns.
Over the years, I've been blessed to have spent time with, befriend, love, learn from and share experiences with people who have helped me grow and inspire me everyday. They have shared words of wisdom, strengthened me with encouragement, gave me joy with a smile, comforted me with a hug, gave clarity to my visions and dreams and renewed my spirit with faith. It is through family and friends that I manage to be happy and hopeful.
These relationships work because we share our philosophies, our personal truths and an outlook that prompts us to seek something greater in all and in ourselves. Sharing a journey heartedly illuminates our lives and enriches our experiences. It keeps us moving....always evolving....ever changing.
I have been transformed by the wisdom, opinions, insights and revelations of those who have shared their journey with me. It's a blessing I long to share with you through my first ever blog. For me, writing is a reflection of my own direct experience and I look forward to all of you sharing your thoughts and experiences with me.
So...with that said....can I just say.....??? :-)