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Monday, July 28, 2014

Happy birthday, Alec! (25 July)



In another phone call before we even had met, “Let’s say we hit it off.  We can sustain a relationship over that distance for a few months.  How flexible are you then?”
“Well, after that if….  I’ll be free to move next year.”
“So you would consider moving to England? I could also live and work in Dublin.”
“We seem to have a lot of choices then, if….”  If this works out, if we stay together!
Our first meeting and weekend together was intense.  He cooked for me, read my thoughts and needs and enveloped me in a warm blanket of caring attention.  My neck had been at me from all the pressure and Alec sensed that I felt overwrought.  He sat in an armchair and gesticulated for me to sit down at his feet so that he could give me a good neck rub.
“I don’t know.  This only works when I take my jumper off, but…” He got up without saying a word and brought a big, fluffy towel, offering it to me.
“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.  I want to make you feel at ease, darling.” With that I took off my shirt and wrapped up in the towel, sliding down the straps of my bra.  He rubbed massage oil smelling of Ylang-Ylang on to my skin.  I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation.  After a few minutes, I leaned back into him, letting go of my worries.  It felt so good! I turned my head to him and our mouths met.
After that, chemistry did the reacting; we didn’t leave the bed till after dark. 

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Another salacious encounter (Excerpt)


Alec – A Man with Cold Feet
 
At the end of September, a new chapter in my life began.  My last meeting with Guy left me stinging and moping with chagrin.  I took my aching heart back home to Ireland and went back to trawling the Internet.  Another alluring chapter was about to unfold.
Alec was 48 years old, a business consultant from Windsor, tall, dark and handsome, as far as I could tell from his photo.  We had first made contact back in April when he wanted to pay me a visit in Dublin and then chickened out three days before the appointed weekend.  He got cold feet, as he called it, but at least he had had the good manners to explain that to me at the time.  Back on the prowl in September, I spotted him again under my “matches” – what YOUDATE euphorically calls the heartbeat of this site, meaning he met my criteria.  And he was online! I was flirting with three other more or less salient prospects that night when I plucked up some courage and approached him by teasing, “How are those cold feet?”
Alec copped on at once, remembered me and apologized for letting me down earlier on.  What he had perceived was this beautiful lady who appeared so together and forthright, that it had intimidated him.
Whatever had happened to him in the meantime made him want to meet up now.  We got together five days later in his lair.  Alec picked me up at Heathrow Airport, only twenty minutes from where he lived in a neat little townhouse.  Our first sighting of each other is still fresh in my memory: Alec, dark brown hair with silvery strands on the sides and even darker eyes like a strong coffee mélange before the cream penetrates fully, is standing at the gate wearing well fitting gray slacks and a black polo-neck.  He recognizes me, watches me walk up to him and I think, not bad and smile.  Next thing he embraces me, holds me in his arm and says, “So good to see you.” Then he grabs my hand, takes my bag and off we go to his car, never letting go of me.
From the beginning he made it clear how he felt about me.  I wasn’t too sure about him yet.  In the car, I was a little dizzy from the smell of the air freshener dangling from the mirror.  That has to go, I thought.
“Would it be alright to give you a kiss?” I wasn’t certain about that either just as yet, but offered my cheek.  He looked me in the eye, brushed over my hair and said, “Welcome to my life!”
What a romantic! Before I went over, I had sent him a close-up of my face by email with the caption Look me in the eye.  This had prompted a phone call.
“I need you here right now.” He had said.   
(to be continued)

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Love at First Click



He wanted to see me so much; at least that’s what he claimed.
“How about next weekend in Paris?” I said.
“Hmm, too short.  You would go crazy having to leave me after two days and get withdrawal symptoms.”

“Why has a man like you not found the right woman yet?”
“A difficult question, complicated to answer.  Well, there are some women where I think after one night Get out! because they are inhibited, incapable of orgasms, or exhausted after one hour of lovemaking.  Then I meet what I call the fighter types: Hold on to that guy by all means.  And then there is what I call a poem of a woman: feminine, strong, intelligent, sensual, giving; a poem everywhere, in bed and in the theatre, in the sea, in a dream.  Endlessly.”
“Sounds like a love marathon, Gerard.  I don’t know how persevering I can be; I have never been tested like that.”
“I’ll be your trainer.  I look forward to hours of erotic, soft touching, caressing, and our longing looks, our moist skin, and our surrender.”
“I am surprised there is no woman of your dreams on that dream of an island.”

“Lots of women here of course, but ..."
 ....
“Did you meet any women from this dating site yet?”
“Two.  One a real beauty, the owner of a big boutique, a catwalk woman.  I did not want that life style; the other one, a commercial director of a multinational, passionate but a bit dumb; no good conversations.  Do you know that I love you?”
His unexpected declaration shook me but I was also glowing with pride.  We seemed to be getting somewhere fast.
“Is there such a thing as love at first click?” he asked.  There must be if you are exchanging kisses and hugs after just a few emails.  Well, virtual ones really only, still!
“It’s incredible, Cherie, the current that has built up between the two of us straight away.  Do you feel it, too?” Boy, did I.  “Let’s get lost together.”
“How do you mean, Gerard?”
“I want you to get lost in my love and me.  I want you to forget your own
name.  I want you to live only for us and our love.”
I was enchanted, intrigued, and bewitched.  The magic of love had cast its spell on me fast.  Nothing like that had ever happened to me.  This had to be the lightning strike I was waiting for, at long last, after a loveless, unromantic marriage.  This made George, my beloved pilot − still missed five months later − bland in comparison.
(to be continued...)