Hotel dates and falling down the rabbit hole.....

After some arranging, my lover and I met one Saturday morning, then checked into a hotel in town. This was a different hotel to last time, and I must say, it was very nice. We booked dinner in the restaurant and headed up to check out the room.

David and I (for David is his name) had discussed the relative lack of foreplay in our previous encounters. I have admitted that in his presence I feel utterly powerless to resist any advances and seem to have some physical compulsion to submit to whatever he does, not to mention a craving to feel him moving inside me. However, he had a point about the foreplay, so I went to a high street emporium of naughty and adult themed goods, and purchased a few choice items, such as foreplay suggestions and sex dice. The dice got forgotten about, but we did try the suggestion box. Some were more successful than others, for instance, sex on the stairs wasn't appropriate for a hotel stay. Neither was the idea of naked hide-and-seek. But the suggestion that I gently massage his face and temples was very nice, especially since I straddled him to do it and we got a little carried away..... I also liked the one where he blindfolded me and touched me gently, holding my arms above my head. There needs to be a lot of trust for me to give away my power like that to another person, but it definitely focused my attention on the sensations and increased the eroticism of the moment.

I had some other surprises in store for this stay together, in the form of clothing. I dressed for him in the outfit that I wear in my profile picture here, right down to the fishnet stockings. The little skirt and stockings, with high heeled leather shoes was a definite hit, as he ran his hands over my skin, feeling first the stockings, then the bare skin above, cupping my ass and stroking me. Gradually, everything except the stockings was removed and I was teased, kissed, licked, sucked and fucked to several gasping, shuddering, shaking orgasms.

We dressed and had dinner in the restaurant, which was lovely. There was an amusing moment when the waiter came to take our plates and said, "Well done!" for having eaten it all... He was a very condescending and slightly camp waiter, was very funny.

I can't tell you how many times we connected, or in what order, how many times he came, or I came, or even all the places that he came. It was a night of passion, of that there is no doubt. I did get a little bit more sleep than in previous meetings, but not by an awful lot. As always, I was exhausted going home. Exhausted, but extremely satisfied.

However, it wasn't all fun and games. There was some time throughout the evening where I was tired and withdrawn, in my head a little. I can be depressive by nature, and this manifested itself that night. It wasn't helped by the very suprising text conversation I'd had with Malcolm the previous night where he asked me to consider an actual relationship with him when he gets back from his work trip in six weeks. It was confusing to say the least. I really don't know how to feel about it, and that conflict of emotion makes for concentration on fun sex difficult, and even more so when David mentioned some feelings of his own. I'm not sure how we came up with the analogy of love being like the rabbit hole from Alice in Wonderland. David said that he has tripped and is falling... I don't know what to make of it or how I have gone from feeling unloved and lonely to having two men profess their love for me within the space of a week. This has left me feeling naturally unsettled unsure about it all.