The Unexpected

All day, I had to discipline myself not to hope for too much. Not to want too much. I pretty much expected that our plans would be cancelled. I also expected that, even if they weren’t, the whole experience would be a bit lacklustre. Really more for the sake of keeping that possibility open than for the experience itself.

I was wrong. And I don’t know why.

We were both feeling rather tired and uninspired. But we took off our clothes. We snuggled. We chatted. We kissed, tentatively. It was good. We kissed some more. We stroked, we caressed. As his hands ran down over the curve of my hip, I was surprised by how my flesh tingled and burned.

The Big Dude actually seemed a little interested. Tired, but interested. I went down on him for a while, something I consider to be my special talent. The secret, in my opinion, is to involve not just your lips, but your tongue and your hands. Start off gently and subtly, but don't be afraid to be quite firm once he is well warmed up. But most of all, really enjoy it and show that you are enjoying it. Feel free to make plenty of slurpy, happy noises. My boy lollipop. Yes, he was definitely interested.

To my surprise and pleasure, the Big Dude wanted to come inside. He did. It was… fantastic. The first orgasm was intense. So was the second. The third was a bonus and the fourth was a simultaneous climax with the Big Dude – something we have never done before.

I won’t pretend that it was a perfect performance from either of us. I was a little confused by the sudden return to mutuality. He was still not well and, by the third orgasm, he was tiring so much that he could hardly keep the movement going. There wasn’t any whipped cream.

But I didn't miss that whipped cream one bit. I can truly say that we had a great time together. Afterwards, I held him very tightly for a long time, just so delighted to have him back.

The next day, I asked him what had happened to make it different. He didn’t know. He said he started off feeling just as tired and sick as always, hardly up to anything at all, and he really didn’t know why it changed.

So I don’t know what caused this or how long it will last. Maybe it was a one-time-only cameo appearance by The Artist Formerly Known as My Favourite Sex God.

But I gave him a long, slow kiss this morning and he returned it. And, for now, I’m pretty damn happy. Bouncing around and downright joyous. I can honestly say that, if I died today, I would die happy.

Very unexpected.