Pink with the kink
I was in my late twenties and when I suggested golden showers to my first boy friend (he was in his early twenties), while he was more into sleeping with other men behind my back. When I expressed the same desire to my second boy friend six years later, he almost turned straight (we made out less than a dozen times in the 3 years of courtship). And finally this man came around to satiate my desire. The thir(s)ty somethings….after 8 years.
The meat
I met him outside the hotel in a busy business district (not a meat packing one) and I was invited to get into his car since he was not able to find a parking spot. We drove me around the block, and tallied each other’s expectations and disappointments and made plans for the evening. Did we make plans to meet each or meet someone else was an hour away to see?
Rule 1: Picking up a steal deal is better than picking up a stale deal! So never haggle or settle for anything less in life, rather wait for things to go on Sale. What is pricey and out of reach will definitely go on sale and be available at a discount.
The five minute drive around the block seemed not enough for him to make up his mind, while his bumpy shoulders, chiseled, flat and mowed chest already gave me an idea of what play to stage that night in my room. The lost, anxious, nervous, and unsure look in his eyes made me downgrade him to my plan B. But before he dropped me off, I asked him if he had any inkling towards kinks, fetishes and fantasies. I recorded his response and went back to my room.
The wait
Hitting the g-spot can be a jack-pot for the thirty plus, but the wait can fill forehead with more lines. During the hour long wait, I was back on Grindr touching the world of twenty somethings. This time around I was playing hard to get for people who wanted to come over tonight and lining up my ducks for the next days. And half hour into the long(ing) hour I messaged him to ask if he was definitely going to stop-by or should I look for another room-service or take-away?
Rule 2: Discussing your back-up plan is just being honesty. Having a back-up plan is never depressing and having your hand is even safer.
Within seconds I received his confirmation message. I ditched my plan to shower alone and spread myself on the king-size bed conjuring up a fairy-tale in my head and beaming a glint in my eyes. I was ready to be dried and drained!
The knock on the door
And 90 mins later the knock finally came on my door. I peered through the glass opening to see if it was the same guy I met earlier. A white lose fitting tee covered his spotted dark torso and a faded denim shrouded his legs. I welcomed him in my tees and underwear to set the context for the meeting.
He wore the same shade of anxiety and nervous in his eyes. Was he scared or was he undecided about his needs and choices? After having enjoyed many sumptuous meals and cuisines, I was not going to be disappointed if I had to let go of this one or send it back untouched. I let him have the king-size bed to himself and sat across from him asking questions to understand his sexual preferences and secret desires while sharing mine. Was it plain vanilla, chocolate fudge, or glazed caramel? And finally he came around and said “can we get into the tub of desires”.
Rule 3: Never coerce people to accept your choices or have sex with you. Sex has to be mutually pleasurable to be memorable.
In the tub of desires
I ushered him to the toilet, made him stand in front of the huge mirror. The mirror was magnanimous and had a space for another one (open relationship). I did the honors of disrobing him and enjoyed the same excitement a mother would have while dressing up her child. His wheatish skin that covered his bone of desires shined against the energy saving CFL. Soon we go into the tub of our desires. I set the shower in the right temperature and started the bonding ritual with a ceremonial wash. I realized my long wait of 8 years to engage in golden showers was finally coming to an end.
Fresh brew
The desire was 8 years old, but the brew was fresh. The shower had scrubbed away the coat of nervousness and anxiety without his knowledge. Like a brave soldier he opened his torso and showcased neatly mowed chest exhibiting the hidden desires below the follicles without any fright or shame. In response I turned off the shower and stood on the arms of the bath tub. I held my erect spout and pumped the fresh brew from my tanks. It was not too warm or too cold and the smile on his face confirmed it. However scientific it may sound, I had no way to control the temperature of the brew.
I hosed his right shoulder and watched the rivulets of the golden brew go down his chest. It was no rocket science to watch his emotions and adjust my speed and angle of impingement. I saw the nuts that bore his seeds of desire rejoice in quenched happiness. I switched to the left shoulder and even turned him around to ensure I covered all his burning follicles of desire.
Happy endings start with happy beginnings
Hook-ups revolves around roles we play (top or bottom), but can be made interesting with how you climax and how many times your climax. People more often fall for happy endings than work through happy beginnings. With over 30 minutes in the tub of desires, we made a hot start for the night. There was vanilla moments, golden showery moments, fudge packing moments, and which made the encounter like a three course meal.
It is all about how you approach the game of bed and make it the game of spread! Rediscover your desires and remember the rules!
I was in my late twenties and when I suggested golden showers to my first boy friend (he was in his early twenties), while he was more into sleeping with other men behind my back. When I expressed the same desire to my second boy friend six years later, he almost turned straight (we made out less than a dozen times in the 3 years of courtship). And finally this man came around to satiate my desire. The thir(s)ty somethings….after 8 years.
The meat
I met him outside the hotel in a busy business district (not a meat packing one) and I was invited to get into his car since he was not able to find a parking spot. We drove me around the block, and tallied each other’s expectations and disappointments and made plans for the evening. Did we make plans to meet each or meet someone else was an hour away to see?
Rule 1: Picking up a steal deal is better than picking up a stale deal! So never haggle or settle for anything less in life, rather wait for things to go on Sale. What is pricey and out of reach will definitely go on sale and be available at a discount.
The five minute drive around the block seemed not enough for him to make up his mind, while his bumpy shoulders, chiseled, flat and mowed chest already gave me an idea of what play to stage that night in my room. The lost, anxious, nervous, and unsure look in his eyes made me downgrade him to my plan B. But before he dropped me off, I asked him if he had any inkling towards kinks, fetishes and fantasies. I recorded his response and went back to my room.
The wait
Hitting the g-spot can be a jack-pot for the thirty plus, but the wait can fill forehead with more lines. During the hour long wait, I was back on Grindr touching the world of twenty somethings. This time around I was playing hard to get for people who wanted to come over tonight and lining up my ducks for the next days. And half hour into the long(ing) hour I messaged him to ask if he was definitely going to stop-by or should I look for another room-service or take-away?
Rule 2: Discussing your back-up plan is just being honesty. Having a back-up plan is never depressing and having your hand is even safer.
Within seconds I received his confirmation message. I ditched my plan to shower alone and spread myself on the king-size bed conjuring up a fairy-tale in my head and beaming a glint in my eyes. I was ready to be dried and drained!
The knock on the door
And 90 mins later the knock finally came on my door. I peered through the glass opening to see if it was the same guy I met earlier. A white lose fitting tee covered his spotted dark torso and a faded denim shrouded his legs. I welcomed him in my tees and underwear to set the context for the meeting.
He wore the same shade of anxiety and nervous in his eyes. Was he scared or was he undecided about his needs and choices? After having enjoyed many sumptuous meals and cuisines, I was not going to be disappointed if I had to let go of this one or send it back untouched. I let him have the king-size bed to himself and sat across from him asking questions to understand his sexual preferences and secret desires while sharing mine. Was it plain vanilla, chocolate fudge, or glazed caramel? And finally he came around and said “can we get into the tub of desires”.
Rule 3: Never coerce people to accept your choices or have sex with you. Sex has to be mutually pleasurable to be memorable.
In the tub of desires
I ushered him to the toilet, made him stand in front of the huge mirror. The mirror was magnanimous and had a space for another one (open relationship). I did the honors of disrobing him and enjoyed the same excitement a mother would have while dressing up her child. His wheatish skin that covered his bone of desires shined against the energy saving CFL. Soon we go into the tub of our desires. I set the shower in the right temperature and started the bonding ritual with a ceremonial wash. I realized my long wait of 8 years to engage in golden showers was finally coming to an end.
Fresh brew
The desire was 8 years old, but the brew was fresh. The shower had scrubbed away the coat of nervousness and anxiety without his knowledge. Like a brave soldier he opened his torso and showcased neatly mowed chest exhibiting the hidden desires below the follicles without any fright or shame. In response I turned off the shower and stood on the arms of the bath tub. I held my erect spout and pumped the fresh brew from my tanks. It was not too warm or too cold and the smile on his face confirmed it. However scientific it may sound, I had no way to control the temperature of the brew.
I hosed his right shoulder and watched the rivulets of the golden brew go down his chest. It was no rocket science to watch his emotions and adjust my speed and angle of impingement. I saw the nuts that bore his seeds of desire rejoice in quenched happiness. I switched to the left shoulder and even turned him around to ensure I covered all his burning follicles of desire.
Happy endings start with happy beginnings
Hook-ups revolves around roles we play (top or bottom), but can be made interesting with how you climax and how many times your climax. People more often fall for happy endings than work through happy beginnings. With over 30 minutes in the tub of desires, we made a hot start for the night. There was vanilla moments, golden showery moments, fudge packing moments, and which made the encounter like a three course meal.
It is all about how you approach the game of bed and make it the game of spread! Rediscover your desires and remember the rules!
