There is one other thing. Not a concern, but a curiosity rather. We didn’t fuck. By that, I mean that my Partner in Crime and I didn’t actually fuck. While there were hands and tongues and fingers and body parts all in contact all over the place, I just wasn’t about to fuck him.
Why?
Well, it didn’t really seem like the time.
Will we ever? I have no idea. Eventually, probably.
This is the only part of the whole thing that makes me wonder a little. I mean, this is obviously an interesting direction for things to have moved in. And most certainly not one that either of us would have imagined.
The sexual tension was building in an unbelievable way. I had decided before I went to see him that I wasn’t going to have sex with him. Some hot making out, absolutely. But I wasn’t about to sleep with him just yet.
I clearly couldn’t have known exactly what was going to go down last night. Part of the reason I didn’t want to sleep with him is because I actually really like him a lot. We get along so unbelievably well, and just have so much fun together. But I don’t want a relationship. So in the back of my mind, fucking him had the potential to change things: destroy some of the excitement, the tension, and alter the whole awesome dynamic we have.
I don’t think this is really the case at all, but what I do want to know is what the hell is going to happen now? I mean, how can you top an orgy? Obviously the two of us together, not totally fucked up and hanging out would be a different dynamic altogether. I’m just curious to know what’s going to happen, I guess.
I think if I was out to find an unconventional relationship with a totally open person, I was successful. So funny. I still can’t help giggling a little.
