Valentines Day 3

After the play, Greg and I went shopping for dinner. We had already agreed to avoid the restaurant scene for the night and just have a romantic dinner at his place. So while we were out we picked up some raw oysters, shrimp, artichoke hearts, angel hair pasta, sauce (DELICIOUS), crackers, and four different types of cheeses (from this incredible fromagerie). We also grabbed two pieces of delicious chocolate pie from a milk bar near his apartment.

I remember thinking it may not be enough, and even voiced my concerns. BOY WAS I WRONG!
We got home and put the groceries away before hitting the sheets. Or more accurately, him hitting my bum hehe. Sex with Greg usually is not too kinky, but fiercely passionate and erotic. He did, however, make the mistake of deciding that we would not be cumming. Fair warning to Doms: be careful of how much you tease a boy;-). You’ll find out why later.

We then put on some sweat pants and comfy clothes, and started our three-hour meal. First Greg prepared the Oysters and we put on a movie (he insisted I see 6 Degrees of Separation). We ate the oysters raw with champagne, and they were rather enjoyable. The champagne complimented them perfectly, and as always, I was enjoying being introduced to something new by a Sir I was so fond of.

We relaxed and watched the movie a bit before I brought out the cheese and crackers. We had two sheep cheeses, one goat, and one cow. The only name I can remember is pecorino de foglio or something of that nature. This was also the best of the four. We switched to white wine to better compliment the cheese, and snacked on the second course for probably another twenty mins or so.

We decided to take a break from the cheese for the pasta. Greg cooked and seasoned the shrimp and mixed them in with the pasta sauce and artichoke hearts. We ate out of a huge bowl that we shared for another twenty mins. What was so amazing about the entire meal was the speed at which we ate. We ate slowly, savoring every mouthful and enjoying the contrast the wine created.

Eventually we brought the cheese back out and would switch back and forth between bites of cheese and pasta. We feasted this way for another thirty, slowing down because we were both getting stuffed.

This is when we brought out the pies. Both were incredible, and we enjoyed feeding each other bites. For the chocolate, we had some desert wine (which Greg knows I am quite partial too, in addition to how well it complimented the food).

The movie ended, and I was stuffed. I mean, really. We had been eating the most indulgent meal I had ever had for several hours. This is where Greg got payback for teasing me earlier. I was so stuffed that I literally had absolutely nothing to offer any sort of sexual exchange. I was in the food coma to end all food comas.

I told him straight up the only thing I was capable of was melting into his couch. And that, gentlemen, is exactly what I did. Greg was a little pouty, and I did feel bad about my inability to give him what he wanted. But it was his fault for feeding me! Haha

Sure enough I ended up falling asleep on his sofa while he smoked and listened to music. Unfortunately, this was just a nap. Because when he started playing some jarring show tunes I was woken up (rather rudely haha), and then was wide-awake. Sure enough, this is when Greg wanted to go to bed.

So we cuddled a bit before he drifted off. Once he started snoring, I got up, curled up on the couch, and watched some Naruto till I got tired. I crawled back into bed, kissed the man I have become so enamored with, whispered a quiet thank you for everything he had done for me, and shortly fell asleep.

It was a really amazing Valentines Day, but I think we both learned a valuable lesson about how much to feed me if we want to fool around later.

Valentines Day 2

There is just something about Greg’s bedroom. It has the same quality as my room from when I was a kid… it just makes you want to sleep haha. As soon as you go in you start to get drowsy, and it is almost impossible to wake up. It just gets so perfectly warm and cozy. So needless to say, when Greg woke up to run a few errands and told me to sleep in: I took him up on it.

A few hours later he returned, surprised, to find a slovenly boy still passed out in his bed haha. He reminded me that I was supposed to have been doing my homework and I reminded him that his exact words were “I want you to start working on your school work if you wake up”. Being that I had not woken up, I was clearly still well in-bounds.

He chuckled at my boyish and unfailing ability to find loopholes in the rules. Then he told me where he had gone. While I slept, covering his pillows in drool, he had been outside waiting in line (and it was cold) for tickets to a play. I had told him the previous night how I had only ever seen one Broadway show, so he decided to surprise me with a show.

We got showered and dressed and grabbed a quick bite to eat before heading to midtown to go see the play. It was called Speed the Plow and it starred William H Macy. It was closing in a week and Greg had really wanted to see it. I had never heard anything about it, but love theatre and was really happy to be doing anything with Greg… corny, I know.

The play was fantastic; short, three characters, and really well done. All the actors were amazing, and I thoroughly enjoyed the writing. Not too mention, I was there with an incredibly sweet man who had taken me just because.

Its funny, I have never been with someone sweet. The only Sir I was ever involved with was reserved, and usually a bit cold. Don’t get me wrong, he was impossibly generous to me… but he wasn’t really sweet. It’s hard to explain really. I have only ever had one boyfriend in my life, and he wasn’t sweet either. It seems I have made a career out of being able to read deep into a man’s actions to be able to see how sweet they may be. This is the first time I have ever been interested in someone who just was sweet. Period. I don’t need to read anything…he just is really good to me. I’m not used to it.

Just wait till I tell you about dinner!

Valentines Day 1

So let me preface this post by saying I have never really had a good Valentine’s Day. In the past few years I have organized an annual Valentine’s Day burning amongst my friends. Meant to be a cathartic experience, we bring tokens and mementos of those who have scorned us (personal, political, whatever). It is quite the ceremony and has twice resulted in my burning holes through my trashcans (hard to find a big one to use on campus).

This year though, there was no burning. Instead, I got to visit Greg…who I grow more and more smitten with each time I visit. I took a bus up on Friday and got there around nine or so. After a brief emergency involving me foolishly leaving my laptop on the bus, I eventually made it to his apartment and was greeted warmly.

Then I was greeted with some orders. Boys like orders. I was stripped, inspected, and then used for foot worship and service. Even though I think he may have initially planned on holding out a bit, it didn’t take long before I was sucking him off. Again, even though I think he was planning on holding off, it also was not long before he was shooting thick spurts of cum down my throat (no I don’t just swallow for anyone).

We spent the rest of the night indoors, just enjoying each other’s company, having a few drinks, talking about everything from his big gay crush on Meryl Streep to issues of monogamy, gay culture, etc…

It was a nice relaxing night. I still find myself shocked at how comfortable I get every time I am around him. I don’t worry about whether I am good enough for him, or what it is he wants from me, or anything like that. It’s nice…and new.

Its no wonder I fall asleep so quickly cuddled up against his furry chest, engulfed in his powerful arms.

Sorry about delays

I am going to try to take a note from Bob (Wingate) and try to take a new approach to my blog so I can update more frequently. I am going to be writing shorter posts from now on with less content in hopes that it will be easier for everyone to read and for me to post. Also may just be posting random thoughts and such. Alright, coming up:

- Valentines Day with Greg
- Mppphh! (Translation: Fuck thats a lot of clothespins Sir)
- Everything is bigger (and tighter) in Texas.

Visitting Greg

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