Hero

He was extremely cute so fucking sexy, sitting across from me in the cafe. We met up kind of late for a school night – 10 PM – and having just come from work he needed to use the powder room. Said powder room was occupied for a considerable amount of time, and he ran out to make use of a fast food establishment’s facility. He came back fifteen minutes later with an order of naan from the Indian restaurant next door he’d ended up at as the fast food restaurant had just closed. So we sat there chatting as we munched on naan and ignored the backgammon set he’d brought along to pass the time.

He suggested we go for a walk, something we did the second time we met. It was kind of chilly, I had my bag full of work with me, and I really did not want to traipse around town that late. I wanted to spend any amount of time I could with him, but I hoped to do it in a warm-ish environment. We sat and talked a bit longer, and then he suggested we go watch a movie. Perfect. We walk to his car, I give him driving directions from the cafe to my place. At the cafe, and then as we drive, the conversation continues to make me smile. He tells me about the frats he rushed in college. He tells me about the *huge* stuffed bear he’s taken into work and the loyal following it has attracted among his co-workers. And he tells me about the movies he has in the car, one of which is Hero. I forget the other options – a cartoon, possibly a comedy, and anything I had on offer. I said Hero would be great.

We get to my room, I set up the computer, we snuggle a bit into a comfortable sitting-spoon position. He is on the outside. Our previous dates have involved coffee or going to a bar, then running back to my room and playing as soon as we get there. This is different. This is really comfortable and cozy, and does not involve the immediate frenzy of the sexual electricity between us. He’s into CMNM (as am I, although I didn’t know there was a term until he introduced me to it), and quickly tells me to take my shirt off. Two minutes later (or maybe one) he tells me to take my jeans off. For the rest of the movie we cuddle blissfully, I in my briefs and he fully clothed. No hanky, no panky. Just awesome. We made it through the whole movie with minimal amount of distraction – the occasional touch here, the random neck-nibble there. After the movie finished we move on to more intimate activity, which was all the better for the time we’d just shared, dare I say, cuddling.

I’ve been out on a lot of dates in the past year, and had my fair share of hanky and panky, not to mention a few really great play sessions. Few and far between are the times when I genuinely feel a full and complete integration of the kink and romantic sides of my life. It is tantalizing to see this within reach. It almost feels like an illusion. I feel that if I bend my head to try to drink the water, it will recede and I’ll be left starting at it, parched. I am afraid if I reach for the (forbidden) apple the wind will blow it from my hand and I will feel that much more hungry for the taste the night of Hero gave me.