I should get all the set up and mopey stuff out of the way now really. Let me tell you about K.
Well you'll know how we met if you've read prior to these posts. The first thing that drew my attention to her was the fact that in her picture she was holding a guitar. I used to play drums, guitar, sing in bands and music is still a big part of my life now. A girl who is really into music instantly goes up about 3 points on the scale for me. As well as this, K was beautiful. Really beautiful. I'm not exaggerating when I say she looked like the spitting image of Adriana Lima.
She's maybe 5'4" I guess, long brown hair (I love brunettes), beautiful green eyes with hazel flecks and a mouth that just demands to be paid attention to. She has a fucking perfectly proportioned body, though short in stature her legs are toned and have the appearance of length and she's in possession of one of the best asses I've ever had the pleasure of (only bettered I'd say by a German girl I used to fuck who will make a retrospective appearance on here at some point I've just decided).
So after two weeks of talking we met that night and got on ridiculously well. Everything was amazing, she was beautiful, the discussions we were having weren't small talk, they were of the kind I have with my friends, she's into the same obscure bands as me, she has an equally twisted sense of humour, sexually she's totally liberated, and she's disarmingly honest. I'm not someone who feels the need to be intellectually superior to a woman (lucky, as I rarely am), in fact I find it boring when I can't have my mind exercised as well as my dick. K had studied humanities, graduated from art college, sold work, and had 'fallen out with the art world' — one of the things she hated was the negativity to it all — everyone turns up to a gallery showing with the mindset to critique, to pull apart, to regurgitate their books and articles as though they were their own insights and observations. For her I think the joy of creating was taken away given that this would be the inevitable end result. I loved that she felt this way. Straight away I loved how her mind worked.
At one point that night we were sat round my dining table, me at the head, her next to me. I said to her that I felt she had the capacity to hurt me and that I wasn't sure if this was a good idea or something, half joking. Her reaction to this was to stand up straight away, come over and sit on my lap with her arms wrapped around me and with a worried face ask why I'd say that, she knew she didn't know me that well but that she really liked me. You see the thing is, I knew I was going to fall for her. I knew that I would be opening myself up to being hurt, and I knew that someone like her had it in them to do that.
That night we fucked a lot, it's funny, I can't really remember details (we were both pretty wasted) but what I do remember is that we lay there with the soft lighting just staring into each others eyes and kissing for AGES - I never do that. The next day we were sending pictures of each other in various states of undress. Things were off to a good start.
You see the thing was, whilst there was this crazy sexual attraction between us - underpinning it all was the fact that we really, really got on. For a period of weeks I was the happiest I'd been in as long as I could remember.
We couldn't stop seeing each other, we met up 3-4 times in that first week alone. She'd come meet me for lunch in Shoreditch House and halfway through we'd have to sneak off to fuck in the toilets. I'd have meetings in town, then go over to hers where she'd be waiting for me in underwear and hold ups. My hands would be all over her, sometimes picking her up and throwing her on her bed, sometimes telling her to crawl slowly to the sofa then sit down and suck my dick. I'd be there for 30-40 minutes, get dressed, kiss her lovingly and leave her a sweaty cum covered panting mess.
Anyway, I'm thinking about various things to talk about and there's so much to say. But right now I feel all melodramatic, so it'll just be a long story filled with sighs. And these won't be of much interest to you I'm sure - so I guess we can return to this another time.
Next blog will be a second date I had the other night involving cocaine, stuffed animals and why heating should be left on before you go out in this shitty cold country I live in.
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