kisses a plenty

Curly has been out camping for almost a week, due to a bet lost by his friend, and just got back yesterday. I joined him and one of my co-workers for a night on the town. 

 

Gin & Tonics and shots all around made for a very wet night. Curly living near by made for me inviting him up. I wasn’t really planning on sleeping with him, so we just ended up sleeping in the same bed. Woke up around noon and had a make out marathon. Making out is seriously under rated. 

If Curly had been at all pushy about getting in to my panties he probably could have, but since we were already in that post coital state (without even having sex), where you can just hang out in an extremely relaxed way the tension never got that heated.

No, actually, when he was making an effort to leave it got a bit heated, but then we lost our track, talking and what not, and for some reason didn’t get as far as to banging. Now that I think about it it’s pretty weird. Maybe it’s because I’m not so hot for him really. All of this is, after all, the result of one impulsive kiss in a club…

And how will I balance this with Turtle? It’s possible that I’ve bitten of more than I can chew here… I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

dykes everywhere!

Back in my hometown I drag my best friend to the gayest club in town. We start of with a glass of wine each and end up spending more time sitting at a table with a bunch of very young dykes than on the dance floor. One of them is a bit cooler than the others. An etchnic chic with a piercing through her lip. She’s flirty but she keeps dissapearing. When she reappears for the umpteenth time she sits her jeaned but down next to me and, drunk as we both are we kind of fall in to a hug. I smile and tell her I’ve missed her and she kisses me on the side of my still smiling mouth. Which leads to a make-out-session. Mmm… soft lips.

If she hadn’t been living with her parents I’d follow her home (since I’m here visiting mine as well). Unfortunately we’re not in a Tokyo full of love hotels. The fact that she’s only 18 doesn’t really bother me, but I feel the need to tease her about it anyways. “Has anyone ever told you you’re insanely cute?” she asks, and no, no one has ever used that phrasing actually… And then we part ways in the night. Best friend was probably a little bit surprised, but she’s the only one I’ve told that I actually slept with a girl when I was in Tokyo… She handled herself splendidly anyways. Gotta love her.

It was a fun night, but the memory of those kisses doesn’t really reverb like the one electic kiss I shared with Curly. Not that I’m really in to him, but kissing a girl is mostly very… “…so?” Feels completely natural and not as electric, if you know what I mean… Or maybe it was just this girl.

Tokyo Friday

Ted has exams, and can’t hang out on Saturday as I proposed and my anticipation for our “date” (it’s more of an booty-call at this point) is driving me nuts.

I waaaaant him, but not until Saturday. And apparently that’s when he’ll be studying for exams (which I guess are on Monday or even later next week!)

Since Ted’s leaving town, or rather moving back to his hometown, next Saturday or Sunday, I’m beginning to wonder if there’s just not enough time to give him a tour of my bedroom…! Mind you that this is the first boy I’ve been sexually attracted to since I moved here, which means six months! Six months people!!!

God, this anticipation reminds me so much of Tokyo on a Friday afternoon. Oh, the long gone Friday’s! The longest and most busy day of the week at work, followed by clubbing til’ morning in Shibuya or Shinjuku. Goddamt, that was the good life!!!!!!!!! GRRRRRAAAORRRR!!!

 

 

 

hey, I AM the gay club!

Despite not going to a gay club at all, I still get some chick-action. The chick, Rocker chick, is one I’ve fooled around with before. We’ve been friends for three or so years, and I’m not sure how it started, but I think I dragged her to a club once (same one as we were in this Saturday if I remember correctly) and told her that I’d make out with her before the night was over. As I recall, it was a bit awkward since she wouldn’t stop giggling, and after one more attempt, where I kinda groped her, and her still giggling, I kinda gave it up.But this time we were doing liquorice shots all night, and when I saw she had liquorice at the corner of her mouth I couldn’t resist licking it off. And her reply was a raised eyebrow and an: “Oh, you think you can get away with that?!” And then the game was on. 

I should be ashamed of myself, taking advantage of a drunken girl like that, and had I not though she enjoyed it as much as I did, I just might have been. Besides, she’s just so tiny and cute with her rocker attitude, I swear I could just eat her up! Maybe I should invite her to come sleep… er, I mean stay with me for a weekend in my other town, and see what happens?