Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Trip Pictures
Forgive me for putting these in reverse order, I didn't know blogger would posts them to the entry this way.
Yep AFS, Another Fucking Sunset, but in this case this is a sunrise in Missassauga.
One of the extravengent tasting rooms in Niagra.
Some of the wonderful old architecture in Niagra on the Lake.
Yep, grapes.
The new Millenium park in Chicago.
This isn't a great shot, but I just wanted to show the wonderful balance between old and new in this wonderful city.
I snapped this from the car while sitting at a stop light, cause I noticed it's that fountain which was in the beginning of every episode of Married with Children.
Shot of the city on my way in. Perhaps this shouldn't have made it here, but whatever.
Colours like I've never seen in my favourite season.
Shots from my graveyard shift drive from Toronto to Chicago.
Yep AFS, Another Fucking Sunset, but in this case this is a sunrise in Missassauga.
One of the extravengent tasting rooms in Niagra.
Some of the wonderful old architecture in Niagra on the Lake.
Yep, grapes.
The new Millenium park in Chicago.
This isn't a great shot, but I just wanted to show the wonderful balance between old and new in this wonderful city.
I snapped this from the car while sitting at a stop light, cause I noticed it's that fountain which was in the beginning of every episode of Married with Children.
Shot of the city on my way in. Perhaps this shouldn't have made it here, but whatever.
Colours like I've never seen in my favourite season.
Shots from my graveyard shift drive from Toronto to Chicago.
I spun the wheel, and this is what I got today....
The internet is such a lovely thing. Anyone who has a current invite to my blog, is also the owner currently, or at one time of a blog. On this, and my previous blog, I use a code in the HTML for reading the traffic. Most of us do. With this it was fairly easy to figure out who was who by the geographic location and what time of the day they would look at the pages. When I announced my conclusion to the last blog, the person who I knew would, out clicked google searches to find my new one. Yeah, I know, it's a bit sneaky and sinister, but shockingly fun. I'm not revealing who this person is, but just to say it was the only one who ever, and I mean ever left me a negative comment.
Funny, in a way that in itself is a great reason for me dropping the last one. There was just too much connection to the real me. Also ironic is in the very same week I start the new one, I fall head over heals for a woman who reads this blog. She knows me more intimately than anyone on the internet and she was the first invite.
I'm in the ski resort Whistler right now which is just a couple hours north of Vancouver. Tonight I'm here to do some calculations for a kitchen reno I'm doing for my mother and step dad. That and having Ferdinand and Enzo away from Vancouver on Halloween is a very good thing. Enzo is scarred shitless of all the fire crackers and Ferdinand goes ape shit every time the door get knocked on.
Their place is such an amazing mountain retreat. My step dad is fairly wealthy and this place is shows it. Currently I'm sitting on one of the couches in the main area of the big room. A grand room it is too, with 18' ceilings at their tallest point, exposed log beams, beautiful granite real wood burning fireplace, stunning fir floors, and a soon to be spectacular ktichen!! hehe The house is situated across the valley from the two ski hills which can be seen perfectly through the floor to ceiling windows. Oh how I'd love to be curled up in from of the fire with R. right now. Perhaps a more romantic setting could not be wished for.
This is shot of a dinner party we had up here about 2 years ago. I think it's about a three second exposure.
I'll have to ask for forgiveness from any readers who may be getting sick of the R. comments. This woman is so on my mind right now. Much of what goes through my head has her right there with it. I feel so fucking gushy. I hope I'm able to keep a good perspective on this. She has my head and heart like I can't remember. Why? Is she that amazing? She has to be, cause I don't think I'm so naive to fall for any bullshit. You see, I can read people very well, something which has been a point of pride for many years. I just hope I get to be with her soon. I do not want to wait till after Christmas, that just will not do. We think she'll be coming out west next, but if she can't get here, R. may have a knock on her door from a Canadian boy before too long.
One thing I didn't yet write about R. is one of the things I love about her. She's not attracted to rolex boys, guys who flaunt money if you will. Her and I have had our share of time spent with people who seem to be tainted by wealth. Of course not every one with money has this shortcoming, but many do. What did it for me was when we both agreed about the point that most of the time, the happiest people of the world are the poorest people. Now needless to say I don't strive for poverty. Far from it. But I don't strive for wealth. I strive for a fulfilling life of love, and happiness. My yard stick for measuring this is perhaps akin to the road less traveled, but it's me. I want to live comfortably into my later years with a loving wife and children and great friends. I've love to live in a peaceful community. I'd love to lead a fulfilling career (which i believe I am in) and when the time is right mentor those who'd like a hand up. This is the legacy I want to leave, a humble one perhaps, but one with character and meaning.
I've just lit this fire and now I REALLY wish she was here.
Funny, in a way that in itself is a great reason for me dropping the last one. There was just too much connection to the real me. Also ironic is in the very same week I start the new one, I fall head over heals for a woman who reads this blog. She knows me more intimately than anyone on the internet and she was the first invite.
I'm in the ski resort Whistler right now which is just a couple hours north of Vancouver. Tonight I'm here to do some calculations for a kitchen reno I'm doing for my mother and step dad. That and having Ferdinand and Enzo away from Vancouver on Halloween is a very good thing. Enzo is scarred shitless of all the fire crackers and Ferdinand goes ape shit every time the door get knocked on.
Their place is such an amazing mountain retreat. My step dad is fairly wealthy and this place is shows it. Currently I'm sitting on one of the couches in the main area of the big room. A grand room it is too, with 18' ceilings at their tallest point, exposed log beams, beautiful granite real wood burning fireplace, stunning fir floors, and a soon to be spectacular ktichen!! hehe The house is situated across the valley from the two ski hills which can be seen perfectly through the floor to ceiling windows. Oh how I'd love to be curled up in from of the fire with R. right now. Perhaps a more romantic setting could not be wished for.
This is shot of a dinner party we had up here about 2 years ago. I think it's about a three second exposure.
I'll have to ask for forgiveness from any readers who may be getting sick of the R. comments. This woman is so on my mind right now. Much of what goes through my head has her right there with it. I feel so fucking gushy. I hope I'm able to keep a good perspective on this. She has my head and heart like I can't remember. Why? Is she that amazing? She has to be, cause I don't think I'm so naive to fall for any bullshit. You see, I can read people very well, something which has been a point of pride for many years. I just hope I get to be with her soon. I do not want to wait till after Christmas, that just will not do. We think she'll be coming out west next, but if she can't get here, R. may have a knock on her door from a Canadian boy before too long.
One thing I didn't yet write about R. is one of the things I love about her. She's not attracted to rolex boys, guys who flaunt money if you will. Her and I have had our share of time spent with people who seem to be tainted by wealth. Of course not every one with money has this shortcoming, but many do. What did it for me was when we both agreed about the point that most of the time, the happiest people of the world are the poorest people. Now needless to say I don't strive for poverty. Far from it. But I don't strive for wealth. I strive for a fulfilling life of love, and happiness. My yard stick for measuring this is perhaps akin to the road less traveled, but it's me. I want to live comfortably into my later years with a loving wife and children and great friends. I've love to live in a peaceful community. I'd love to lead a fulfilling career (which i believe I am in) and when the time is right mentor those who'd like a hand up. This is the legacy I want to leave, a humble one perhaps, but one with character and meaning.
I've just lit this fire and now I REALLY wish she was here.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Various thoughts on the last week
Oh what an amazing holiday this has been for me. Previously, the last time I had more than four days off in a row was more than seven years ago. So needless to say, this was needed and a long time coming. I have this oh so intense feeling of, "back to reality now". This it would seem is the case because how much of this trip has been like living a dream.
Had I had any, and I mean ANY idea about what was to happen I would've greatly modified the itinerary. Unfortunately us mortals can't exercise that sort of foresight, so it had to be what it was.
A little recap:
I left Vancouver a week ago today flying to Toronto to see my ex and now good friend S. That evening was spent seeing her new place and some friends of hers I had met when we were a couple three years ago. We had dinner in downtown at a cool little diner which had a real rockabilly/punk thing about it. A throw back to the late 70's or even fifties if you will. For the life of me I can't remember the name of it, though I think it was something like "The Rockabilly Princess". Upon getting home I set up my air mattress I'd be sleeping on and went to try to get a good night sleep. What a waste of time that turned out to be.....
The mattress lost it's air/had a leak and Lola S's cute little kitty started her aerobic routine round about midnight. I very quickly got the thought into my head that I just didn't see getting any sleep. This being the case, why not just hop in the rental car now and drive throughout the night to get to Chicago early. Perfect. So by 1.00 I was on the road heading west.
After crossing the border and getting a slight grilling, driving through a snow storm and being detour through what was a very sad part of Chicago's south end, I arrived in downtown at about 9.45 am.
I exchanged some communique with my at the time (oh how this did change), internet friend R. We determined that I'd have the day to do my own thing and would be picking her up from work around mid afternoon. As is often the case with me being in new cities, I spent much of the morning walking around the city. Not the easiest thing in the world when you're over 24 hours with no sleep, but it was okay. I then hopped in the car and spent a couple hours driving around. Mostly checking out the Lake View area. VERY COOL HOOD!
You can then pick up the story in my previous post "R&J". No sense in writing what's already been written.
What I can do and am most happy to, is get into what I'm feeling.
Clearly my life turned a corner last week. Once in my past I turned a corner which was similar to this. Unfortunately it didn't end the way I had hoped, as there was much pain and saddness. In this situation, I'm going to try to exercise a level of objectivity I didn't before. That's not to say I'm going to deny any of my feelings, I won't. For six days I've been on a natural high one probably only feels very few times in ones life at best. The thing of it is that this sort of thing requires a much different approach. I say this because previously I just let myself react naturally to what was before me. This resulted in my judgments being clouded, in other words thinking with my heart and not my mind. When I was with R in person and any communication we've had since we met everything was coming from my heart. There's absolutely no doubt about that.
I try to think about how I would feel and could I predict how things would be different if R was Vancouver girl I met. Sad thing is I can't imagine how I would feel any different. We had such a to remember. I just think I'd be as eager to see her and talk to her again as I would now. It's just in this case it has to be much more spread out. Oddly it entirely possible I'll see her on every day off I take.......which is not a testament to how much we'll see each other, but how much I work.
This woman turned me on in ways I haven't been for years and years. She is perhaps the sexiest most beautiful woman I've ever been with. This is due to her natural beauty but also who she is. When we got to know each other that first day, it was incredible how many interests and values we shared. Her and I are animal lovers to the extreme. We both have these crazy conversations with our animals that include that baby voice which I would shudder to hear myself doing. Truly. Message to who ever may read this and know me in person. NEVER EVER, I mean NEVER, record me the way I talk to my boys. You'll see a grown man curl up into a ball with embarrassment . We both have this thing for hobbyist photography. Though her technical and hardware ability exceed me. Mind you I have a much different style which doesn't require me to know too much about how that clicky box works. One day, maybe soon, I'll post my favourite pictures in this new blog. Don't get too excited, there's only ten or so. We are both lovers of music, perhaps I've spent more time with that as a past time. But it doesn't diminish her love for what is a wonderful song. We also share a wicked sense of humour. I'm sure we could spend hours and hours just being silly and killing each other with laughter. *sidebar, this may be my single most important quality in a partner next to honesty*. Okay, there's this thing. It's a thing I look for when I'm dating some one. Perhaps this is something I've never talked or written about. It has to do with the state of one's home. Cleanliness and tidiness if you will. When I first enter a woman's home who I am interested in, I take very close not of how clean and tidy it is. TWO VERY DIFFERENT THINGS. I've been in many peoples homes who have the appearance of clean but are only tidy, and vs. versa. I am, and always have been clean and not too tidy. Though I do often organize my home. R's place also seemed that way. The apartment was clearly clean, though not terribly tidy. One of the things I like about a how like this is that it shows a persons character. She wasn't afraid to leave anything out and therefore I was able to learn a lot of her. The reason I take such a close not of this is because of how HUGE it is in the future. None of us are perfect, we all have our shortcomings. Home cleanliness and tidiness is something which could probably be as big as money on the list of things couple fight about. Starting with an even slate in that are is so beneficial.
We are very different in the way of careers. She is the academic with college degrees under her belt. I am the self employed construction contractor who only spent a year in post secondary out of high school. And she has two cats and I have two dogs. Something possibly complicated, but not without potential solution down the road.
Wow what a digression from a blog entry about my trip.
I went back to Toronto the morning of Wednesday and then on Thursday we went to the Niagra on the Lake wine region on the south side of Lake Ontario. We did about 4 wineries, of which 2 I enjoyed. It really seems that the BC wine industry has matured and exceeded it's easter counterpart. In the evening we went to her parents place and had dinner and the local english style pub for curry night. The next morning I was off to Winnipeg which can be read in my previous post.
All in all a wonderful trip and a tuesday night/wednesday morning for the history books.
Had I had any, and I mean ANY idea about what was to happen I would've greatly modified the itinerary. Unfortunately us mortals can't exercise that sort of foresight, so it had to be what it was.
A little recap:
I left Vancouver a week ago today flying to Toronto to see my ex and now good friend S. That evening was spent seeing her new place and some friends of hers I had met when we were a couple three years ago. We had dinner in downtown at a cool little diner which had a real rockabilly/punk thing about it. A throw back to the late 70's or even fifties if you will. For the life of me I can't remember the name of it, though I think it was something like "The Rockabilly Princess". Upon getting home I set up my air mattress I'd be sleeping on and went to try to get a good night sleep. What a waste of time that turned out to be.....
The mattress lost it's air/had a leak and Lola S's cute little kitty started her aerobic routine round about midnight. I very quickly got the thought into my head that I just didn't see getting any sleep. This being the case, why not just hop in the rental car now and drive throughout the night to get to Chicago early. Perfect. So by 1.00 I was on the road heading west.
After crossing the border and getting a slight grilling, driving through a snow storm and being detour through what was a very sad part of Chicago's south end, I arrived in downtown at about 9.45 am.
I exchanged some communique with my at the time (oh how this did change), internet friend R. We determined that I'd have the day to do my own thing and would be picking her up from work around mid afternoon. As is often the case with me being in new cities, I spent much of the morning walking around the city. Not the easiest thing in the world when you're over 24 hours with no sleep, but it was okay. I then hopped in the car and spent a couple hours driving around. Mostly checking out the Lake View area. VERY COOL HOOD!
You can then pick up the story in my previous post "R&J". No sense in writing what's already been written.
What I can do and am most happy to, is get into what I'm feeling.
Clearly my life turned a corner last week. Once in my past I turned a corner which was similar to this. Unfortunately it didn't end the way I had hoped, as there was much pain and saddness. In this situation, I'm going to try to exercise a level of objectivity I didn't before. That's not to say I'm going to deny any of my feelings, I won't. For six days I've been on a natural high one probably only feels very few times in ones life at best. The thing of it is that this sort of thing requires a much different approach. I say this because previously I just let myself react naturally to what was before me. This resulted in my judgments being clouded, in other words thinking with my heart and not my mind. When I was with R in person and any communication we've had since we met everything was coming from my heart. There's absolutely no doubt about that.
I try to think about how I would feel and could I predict how things would be different if R was Vancouver girl I met. Sad thing is I can't imagine how I would feel any different. We had such a to remember. I just think I'd be as eager to see her and talk to her again as I would now. It's just in this case it has to be much more spread out. Oddly it entirely possible I'll see her on every day off I take.......which is not a testament to how much we'll see each other, but how much I work.
This woman turned me on in ways I haven't been for years and years. She is perhaps the sexiest most beautiful woman I've ever been with. This is due to her natural beauty but also who she is. When we got to know each other that first day, it was incredible how many interests and values we shared. Her and I are animal lovers to the extreme. We both have these crazy conversations with our animals that include that baby voice which I would shudder to hear myself doing. Truly. Message to who ever may read this and know me in person. NEVER EVER, I mean NEVER, record me the way I talk to my boys. You'll see a grown man curl up into a ball with embarrassment . We both have this thing for hobbyist photography. Though her technical and hardware ability exceed me. Mind you I have a much different style which doesn't require me to know too much about how that clicky box works. One day, maybe soon, I'll post my favourite pictures in this new blog. Don't get too excited, there's only ten or so. We are both lovers of music, perhaps I've spent more time with that as a past time. But it doesn't diminish her love for what is a wonderful song. We also share a wicked sense of humour. I'm sure we could spend hours and hours just being silly and killing each other with laughter. *sidebar, this may be my single most important quality in a partner next to honesty*. Okay, there's this thing. It's a thing I look for when I'm dating some one. Perhaps this is something I've never talked or written about. It has to do with the state of one's home. Cleanliness and tidiness if you will. When I first enter a woman's home who I am interested in, I take very close not of how clean and tidy it is. TWO VERY DIFFERENT THINGS. I've been in many peoples homes who have the appearance of clean but are only tidy, and vs. versa. I am, and always have been clean and not too tidy. Though I do often organize my home. R's place also seemed that way. The apartment was clearly clean, though not terribly tidy. One of the things I like about a how like this is that it shows a persons character. She wasn't afraid to leave anything out and therefore I was able to learn a lot of her. The reason I take such a close not of this is because of how HUGE it is in the future. None of us are perfect, we all have our shortcomings. Home cleanliness and tidiness is something which could probably be as big as money on the list of things couple fight about. Starting with an even slate in that are is so beneficial.
We are very different in the way of careers. She is the academic with college degrees under her belt. I am the self employed construction contractor who only spent a year in post secondary out of high school. And she has two cats and I have two dogs. Something possibly complicated, but not without potential solution down the road.
Wow what a digression from a blog entry about my trip.
I went back to Toronto the morning of Wednesday and then on Thursday we went to the Niagra on the Lake wine region on the south side of Lake Ontario. We did about 4 wineries, of which 2 I enjoyed. It really seems that the BC wine industry has matured and exceeded it's easter counterpart. In the evening we went to her parents place and had dinner and the local english style pub for curry night. The next morning I was off to Winnipeg which can be read in my previous post.
All in all a wonderful trip and a tuesday night/wednesday morning for the history books.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Winnipeg
Today is a wonderfully lazy day. I woke up feeling all refreshed. Ryan, his wife and I had breakfast together, crepes by yours truly. They had some strawberries and whipped cream, so it was a slightly nicer crepe experience than I usually partake in. Following this Ryan and I went to the local coffee shop in his area of Winnipeg to play only our second game of Scrabble this weekend. I'm sure we'll do at least one more. Now I'm back in his kitchen sitting at his peninsula countertop blogging and looking out at the late autumn snow fall. Most calming.
While at the coffee shop I called a coffee I called a flower shop close to R.'s in Chicago so I could have a little gesture of my interest in her on her door step this afternoon. I so hope it works out and that she is not out at the store or something the moment the flower delivery person rings the buzzer.
Friday night when I got to Winnipeg, the three of us went to a crazy (I can't think of another word to describe it) old steak house. The place was like something out of the fifties; red carpet, red bankets, dark wall, only female serves wearing nurse style red dresses with the nurse white shoes, and a classic awning out the front which you'd think would protect the mob boss from the elements as he got out of his black town care with tinted windows. The quality of the food was medium at best considering the prices. Craziest thing was the first course option of the all inclusive meal was chilled tomato juice or clam chowder. Bizarre.
R. and I have spoken numerous times since we parted ways in Chicago and all is so wonderful and exciting. I'm going to get into this deeper later today I think, but for now I'm being a bad house guest and must return to the party so to speak.
While at the coffee shop I called a coffee I called a flower shop close to R.'s in Chicago so I could have a little gesture of my interest in her on her door step this afternoon. I so hope it works out and that she is not out at the store or something the moment the flower delivery person rings the buzzer.
Friday night when I got to Winnipeg, the three of us went to a crazy (I can't think of another word to describe it) old steak house. The place was like something out of the fifties; red carpet, red bankets, dark wall, only female serves wearing nurse style red dresses with the nurse white shoes, and a classic awning out the front which you'd think would protect the mob boss from the elements as he got out of his black town care with tinted windows. The quality of the food was medium at best considering the prices. Craziest thing was the first course option of the all inclusive meal was chilled tomato juice or clam chowder. Bizarre.
R. and I have spoken numerous times since we parted ways in Chicago and all is so wonderful and exciting. I'm going to get into this deeper later today I think, but for now I'm being a bad house guest and must return to the party so to speak.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
R & J
Immediately upon picking up R I realized how beautiful she truly was. We had exchanged pictures before, but they didn't capture the energetic beauty she is. The meeting was very much one of those, "hey, there you are, the one from the pictures I've seen.". When she got into the car, we both expressed how wonderful it was to meet each other finally. This was followed by a hug and I think a kiss on the cheek though my senses in overdrive had me distracted and not knowing if it actually was a kiss as well.
We took the short drive to her place were it had been predetermined I would be couch crashing. Therefor, out of the car came the suite cases as well as the groceries I bought for a nice little Italian meal I would whip up. Her home is most comforting. A mix of cozzy furniture and wonderful photography and art work, most of which done by her. It's in an old apartment building with wonderful classic features like the spiral staircase going up to her place.
Once inside I got the quick tour. Right away I felt awkward because of this intense sexual tension I was getting. R was often standing so close right in front of me, and each I wanted to pull her in and kiss her. Being as humble as I am, I was only 90% sure of this.So to avoid having to find a hotel, I chose to not do anything at this point. Somewhere in here I gave her the two CD's I burned for her and the beautiful smelling candle I purchased from Whole Foods for her. This resulted in a wonderful hug. My sexual energy just jumped. You see, R has a spectacular body. She's medium height, long red hair, with spectacular curves. Killer eyes, and she knows this way of looking at you to just grab you. Amazing. Her bum is exactly what I love in woman, shape but really quite slim. Her breasts are amazing. D cups was my thought, of course not small, but not too big. Hugging her pushed them against my chest which drove me crazy.
Shortly after this I offered to start preparing some dinner. Though we weren't exactly hungry at that moment, it was thought that making up the crostini's would be a nice idea as they'd take a bit of time anyway. Preparing dinner was nice due to her being right next to me most of the time tidying up a bit. We had great conversation through this time, discovering each other and realizing how much we enjoyed each others company. Once the dinner was prepared we moved to the living room. R doesn't drink so I picked up some Pelligrino and Fiji water, my favourite sparkling and still.
She has this couch which is SO comfortable. It's a soft plush thing which is showing it's age a bit in the sense that if you sit on it, you tend to fall into the middle. This was never mentioned but it seemed a wonderful excuse to set absolutely next to her. It such an electric moment between two people when there is that sexual tension yet before any physical affection has manifested it's self. Just exciting closeness.
The one thing which sucked about what I made was that the crostini's were way too dry. How could I fuck up something like that, something I've made literally hundreds of times before. Though she said she loved them, I'm sure she knew exactly what I meant when I point this out to her.
This is when things get wonderful. She mentions to me that she's most self conscious about her teeth and having anything stuck on them. Was this a trick to make me make my move? She asked me if I saw anything........ I just moved in,said, "let me see", and kissed her. it was perfect. perhaps one of the best first kisses I've ever had. The first one wasn't so long, and it was clear she wasn't content with this. We kissed again, this time for a while. My god is she a good kisser, and I try to be the same ( I think I am ). Having kissed people who are bad at it, I know how important this is. We made out there for what I thought was about 15 minutes. This was the first time I ran my hand up and down her chest to feel her beautiful breasts, though without any clothing removed.
I asked her if she wanted to go to her bedroom, she said yes. We stumbled down her hallway while still locked in intense passion. I put her on the edge of her bed and we proceed to take each others tops off. My god is this woman beautiful. I slid her up the bed so I could comfortably be on top of her. Eventually we were removing the rest of our cloths. I ripped off her G string, though not exactly as I hoped. It didn't rip the waist band, just front from it. Fuck I love doing that though, so erotic.
This is were my writing skills really drop off I think. Having read some amazing erotic literature, I know how bad stuff can really suck. Instead of trying to flow the next 12 hours of my life, I'll just draw on some important elements.
R has this soft pale skin, something anyone who knows me, knows I love. She tastes so good. I couldn't get enough of her while I was giving her oral. Unfortunately I could make her finish, but later found out she often didn't with anyone. In the time we were together in our passion, we fucked five times. I don't think i was ever able to fuck a woman five times in that short of a period. Is this woman the woman of my dreams? The thought did cross my mind. And I couldn't spend enough time eating her and fucking her with my fingers, god I loved doing that to her. I'm turned on just thinking about it. She mentioned to me how I was the perfect size for her. Not too long and with perfect girth. One time we fucked while she was using her Hitachi magic wand on herself. This was a wicked thing I had not done before. I could feel the vibrations inside her pussy.
The morning was the last time we made love, it was short but so important to me. We had some coffee and spent some time taking pictures and looking at them on our computers. Yes there were some sexy pictures taken, though I don't know if any cropping will make it possible for me to post them. Unlikely.
I packed up my stuff in the car and headed to downtown so I could drop her off and go on back to Toronto to continue my vacation.
When we got to her work we made out in the car a while longer. At one point a very interesting thing happened. I had mumbled to her while we where that "Perhaps this wouldn't be the last time we see each other." I said this because though we totally hit it off, I wasn't sure what the future held. I wasn't sure what I wanted in the future, since I had a nightmare heart break with a long distance thing once. What she heard me say was "Perhaps this'll be the last time we see each other". This cause her to have a look of horror on her face and question my comment. I cleared it up which in turn made her happy that I had actually said what I said.
I can't stop thinking about her. God does distance suck sometimes!
We took the short drive to her place were it had been predetermined I would be couch crashing. Therefor, out of the car came the suite cases as well as the groceries I bought for a nice little Italian meal I would whip up. Her home is most comforting. A mix of cozzy furniture and wonderful photography and art work, most of which done by her. It's in an old apartment building with wonderful classic features like the spiral staircase going up to her place.
Once inside I got the quick tour. Right away I felt awkward because of this intense sexual tension I was getting. R was often standing so close right in front of me, and each I wanted to pull her in and kiss her. Being as humble as I am, I was only 90% sure of this.So to avoid having to find a hotel, I chose to not do anything at this point. Somewhere in here I gave her the two CD's I burned for her and the beautiful smelling candle I purchased from Whole Foods for her. This resulted in a wonderful hug. My sexual energy just jumped. You see, R has a spectacular body. She's medium height, long red hair, with spectacular curves. Killer eyes, and she knows this way of looking at you to just grab you. Amazing. Her bum is exactly what I love in woman, shape but really quite slim. Her breasts are amazing. D cups was my thought, of course not small, but not too big. Hugging her pushed them against my chest which drove me crazy.
Shortly after this I offered to start preparing some dinner. Though we weren't exactly hungry at that moment, it was thought that making up the crostini's would be a nice idea as they'd take a bit of time anyway. Preparing dinner was nice due to her being right next to me most of the time tidying up a bit. We had great conversation through this time, discovering each other and realizing how much we enjoyed each others company. Once the dinner was prepared we moved to the living room. R doesn't drink so I picked up some Pelligrino and Fiji water, my favourite sparkling and still.
She has this couch which is SO comfortable. It's a soft plush thing which is showing it's age a bit in the sense that if you sit on it, you tend to fall into the middle. This was never mentioned but it seemed a wonderful excuse to set absolutely next to her. It such an electric moment between two people when there is that sexual tension yet before any physical affection has manifested it's self. Just exciting closeness.
The one thing which sucked about what I made was that the crostini's were way too dry. How could I fuck up something like that, something I've made literally hundreds of times before. Though she said she loved them, I'm sure she knew exactly what I meant when I point this out to her.
This is when things get wonderful. She mentions to me that she's most self conscious about her teeth and having anything stuck on them. Was this a trick to make me make my move? She asked me if I saw anything........ I just moved in,said, "let me see", and kissed her. it was perfect. perhaps one of the best first kisses I've ever had. The first one wasn't so long, and it was clear she wasn't content with this. We kissed again, this time for a while. My god is she a good kisser, and I try to be the same ( I think I am ). Having kissed people who are bad at it, I know how important this is. We made out there for what I thought was about 15 minutes. This was the first time I ran my hand up and down her chest to feel her beautiful breasts, though without any clothing removed.
I asked her if she wanted to go to her bedroom, she said yes. We stumbled down her hallway while still locked in intense passion. I put her on the edge of her bed and we proceed to take each others tops off. My god is this woman beautiful. I slid her up the bed so I could comfortably be on top of her. Eventually we were removing the rest of our cloths. I ripped off her G string, though not exactly as I hoped. It didn't rip the waist band, just front from it. Fuck I love doing that though, so erotic.
This is were my writing skills really drop off I think. Having read some amazing erotic literature, I know how bad stuff can really suck. Instead of trying to flow the next 12 hours of my life, I'll just draw on some important elements.
R has this soft pale skin, something anyone who knows me, knows I love. She tastes so good. I couldn't get enough of her while I was giving her oral. Unfortunately I could make her finish, but later found out she often didn't with anyone. In the time we were together in our passion, we fucked five times. I don't think i was ever able to fuck a woman five times in that short of a period. Is this woman the woman of my dreams? The thought did cross my mind. And I couldn't spend enough time eating her and fucking her with my fingers, god I loved doing that to her. I'm turned on just thinking about it. She mentioned to me how I was the perfect size for her. Not too long and with perfect girth. One time we fucked while she was using her Hitachi magic wand on herself. This was a wicked thing I had not done before. I could feel the vibrations inside her pussy.
The morning was the last time we made love, it was short but so important to me. We had some coffee and spent some time taking pictures and looking at them on our computers. Yes there were some sexy pictures taken, though I don't know if any cropping will make it possible for me to post them. Unlikely.
I packed up my stuff in the car and headed to downtown so I could drop her off and go on back to Toronto to continue my vacation.
When we got to her work we made out in the car a while longer. At one point a very interesting thing happened. I had mumbled to her while we where that "Perhaps this wouldn't be the last time we see each other." I said this because though we totally hit it off, I wasn't sure what the future held. I wasn't sure what I wanted in the future, since I had a nightmare heart break with a long distance thing once. What she heard me say was "Perhaps this'll be the last time we see each other". This cause her to have a look of horror on her face and question my comment. I cleared it up which in turn made her happy that I had actually said what I said.
I can't stop thinking about her. God does distance suck sometimes!
Little sleep and much excitement
It's 8.30 am Toronto time and I'm sitting at gate 141 of Pearson's Terminal 1 awaiting boarding of flight 255 to Winnipeg. Really this is the first time I've had a chance to do any writing since my little adventure in Paw Paw's first snow storm of the year.
This trip so far has been just amazing. I can't believe how wonderfully it has been. Largely due to my short 24 hours in Chicago. After that all night drive I pulled into downtown, found parking and went to the first cafe with wi fi I could find. I proceeded to down a much needed latte and muffin in an attempt to regain some energy. Mild success, but I was still bagged. Never have I ever had such blood shot eyes. Unfortunately I didn't take a good picture, but later today I'll try to post the best thing I had.
In downtown I parked below the millenium park plaza, which is a green space towards the lake which is dotted with the most beautiful sculptures. This is because it's part the Chicago art Institute. I'll post some pics of this as well. Later I walked around the city, which included a short stop into my church.......er.....I mean...... the Chicago Apple Store ;-) .
I suppose it's not actually so interested how tiring a few hours of walking can be on no sleep in over 24 hours. Just into the early afternoon I found a Whole Foods in what was no doubt a wickedly expensive neighbourhood on the edge of downtown just north of the canal. Damn did I need some good food in me and Whole Foods is great for that though you do pay for it. While enjoying my lovely organic salad, I whipped out the macbook to see if I could pick up a network in what was obviously a very connected area. Well half of that was true. I couldn't get an unprotected network even though there were more networks my computer was picking up than I'd ever seen before. Probably 80 or so. Wow.
After lunch I went back to the car to see the city by road. My route took me up Shoreline into the Lake View area where I spent the next couple of hours. It's such a nice area. Perhaps a cross between South Granville and Main Street, but times 20 in size. Along the way I tried to grab some sleep in the little Hyundia. I was only able to get a half hour, before I woke up.
Shortly after I hooked up with my friend at her work. We went to her place with is just north of Lake View, about 5 miles out of downtown. The rest of the day was spent there making dinner and getting acquainted. Though I had a suspicion we'd hit it off, I had no idea it would be as it was.
This trip so far has been just amazing. I can't believe how wonderfully it has been. Largely due to my short 24 hours in Chicago. After that all night drive I pulled into downtown, found parking and went to the first cafe with wi fi I could find. I proceeded to down a much needed latte and muffin in an attempt to regain some energy. Mild success, but I was still bagged. Never have I ever had such blood shot eyes. Unfortunately I didn't take a good picture, but later today I'll try to post the best thing I had.
In downtown I parked below the millenium park plaza, which is a green space towards the lake which is dotted with the most beautiful sculptures. This is because it's part the Chicago art Institute. I'll post some pics of this as well. Later I walked around the city, which included a short stop into my church.......er.....I mean...... the Chicago Apple Store ;-) .
I suppose it's not actually so interested how tiring a few hours of walking can be on no sleep in over 24 hours. Just into the early afternoon I found a Whole Foods in what was no doubt a wickedly expensive neighbourhood on the edge of downtown just north of the canal. Damn did I need some good food in me and Whole Foods is great for that though you do pay for it. While enjoying my lovely organic salad, I whipped out the macbook to see if I could pick up a network in what was obviously a very connected area. Well half of that was true. I couldn't get an unprotected network even though there were more networks my computer was picking up than I'd ever seen before. Probably 80 or so. Wow.
After lunch I went back to the car to see the city by road. My route took me up Shoreline into the Lake View area where I spent the next couple of hours. It's such a nice area. Perhaps a cross between South Granville and Main Street, but times 20 in size. Along the way I tried to grab some sleep in the little Hyundia. I was only able to get a half hour, before I woke up.
Shortly after I hooked up with my friend at her work. We went to her place with is just north of Lake View, about 5 miles out of downtown. The rest of the day was spent there making dinner and getting acquainted. Though I had a suspicion we'd hit it off, I had no idea it would be as it was.
Friday, October 27, 2006
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First entry of my new blog. This change from the other one is in an attempt to limit the problems associated with internet public privacy issues.
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