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Subject: Second Date

Author: The Shy One

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 21:26:19 01/30/05 Sun How strange what I am doing. I hear your footsteps on the steps leading to my house. I open the door and the awkwardness is palpable. I really have no idea how this is supposed to go. I’m relieved when you sink into the couch, see the newspaper on the coffee table and ask if there’s anything interesting going on. You lean forward and push your leg against mine as I say “yes,” and point to a story on the front page about an infant found after the tsunami. We stay like that, safely connected through our knees as the conversation meanders to other topics. I begin to wonder if we will skip the main purpose of your visit. I’m sure I’d be relieved, but I’d also be disappointed. I am ready to explore. I ask a test question,” Do you want to go to dinner?” You say that we should have the date first. It’s not good to have a date on a full stomach, you say. We rise from the couch and go into my room. You comment on my nipples showing through my sweater and then tell me to take off my pants. This is the part that I dread the most, when I must expose myself. I am reminded of the movie, “The Unbearable Lightness of Being,” when Daniel Day Lewis matter-of-factly instructs a nurse at the hospital where he works to, “Take off your clothes.” I lie down on the bed and you ground me, pressing your hand into my chest. I love this, the steady, warm touch calms me and helps focus my attention on my body instead of my mind. You begin to touch my clit and I feel an electric current passing between it and the tip of your finger. I first awakened to this sensation a few months ago, on our first date. It was subtle, but I could feel this, “bzz,buzz,” like someone had touched a wand with a gentle current of electricity to my clit. It reminded me of the sound emitted from a wet finger touched to a hot iron. I was completely fascinated by this new sensation. “Is it coming from you or me,” I’d asked. “It’s a dance between my finger and your clit,” you’d answered. Since then, I’ve felt this electric energy two more times. I felt it in the fingertips of a friend as he stroked my back, and in a woman’s hand as I held it to comfort her. The sensation is stronger this time--our second date. I am more aware of the energy than I am the finger. At one point, the electricity radiates half-way down my legs. I am enthralled by this sensual research. I am getting to know my body and all that it can feel. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Didn't seem too shy last night	A witness	07:16:47 02/04/05 Fri