camp fire stories part 2

It was a long 3 hour drive. We left at 5am on Friday morning. The roads we drove were familiar and not familiar all at once. I rolled down the windows because the car had gotten too small to contain the things I was feeling. I put my feet up against the dashboard, Grant behind the wheels. Cooper, Kev and Blake in the backseat, Pats (because he's still not talking to either Kev or me), Maggie (who is now bisexual), Kate and Lindsay driving in front of us-- in a Subaru (how appropriate!).

I began playing the music very loud. First rock and roll, and then Carmina Burana. O Fortuna, indeed.

We pulled into this small town in the middle of nowhere. We had breakfast at a strangely empty cafe. It was creepy. I had pancakes. The cap on the maple syrup bottle was loose, emptying most of its content on my plate. This should have been a sign of things to come, but I thought that it would be a perfect summer day with friends, and that nothing mattered, other than enjoying a perfect day.

After we set up our tents, we went river rafting. Only it wasn't really a river, but a sad little creek that was only knee deep, so I guess we went canoeing, only we had these inflatable rafts. Grant, for what it's worth, is a phenomenal... umm.. rafter(?). So is everybody else. I am just so-so because I lack confidence with the paddle. I do not like to bitch-slap the water around. I like to politely ask it to do things. That is not exactly the best course of action when rafting/canoeing.

to be continued...

camp fire stories part 1

Camping... absolutely guaranteed to be chock-full of the cruel and unusual.

It rained. Not just rain, there was a severe thunderstorm warning. This lasted for a couple of hours on Saturday. But that's not the worst of it. The camp grounds did not have an out house or restrooms or a visitor center-- there was no plumbing! Had I known about it, I wouldn't have signed up for the trip.

I can honestly say that I can live without any modern amenities... except plumbing. I don't want to dig up a hole to do my business! Thank god for moist wipes and anti-bacterial hand sanitizers, without them I would have gone crazy.

come on closer

Since the first night that Grant and I didn't have sex, I started planning a way to get him to go all the way. I enjoyed the challenge of the game. I was blatant but not vocal about it. I would find any excuse to take my shirt off even before our make out sessions would begin. Then I next time we hung out, I wore an old basketball shorts without underwear, I was determined to get him to do the deed.

Rhythmic motion, raw emotion, infiltrating through.
Sweet sensations, hot temptations, coming over you.
On Saturday, I had taken most of the evening to get closer to him, not only physically, but emotionally as well. We were watching a movie and he was sitting on my lap while I was cuddling him from behind. It was hard to explain, and this sounds cheesy and all, but when he would look back at me, I feel something... and no, not just between my legs, but between my chest... my heart.

I don't really believe that emotions are housed in the heart, but it seemed strange that that's where I was feeling something at that moment. I stood up and went to the kitchen. When I came back, sat a little further away from him, not wanting to make him feel like he was being rushed. I watched him say something, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

Suddenly he stood up and grabbed me by the hand. He took my face in his hand and pulled his face to mine. When he relaxed his grip, I moved my hand across his chest and down his side. After several moments more, I broke off the kiss, took his hand, and led him to my bedroom.


Featured music: Come On Closer, by Jem

It was only now that I realized what he was saying.

... come closer.

take me on the floor

My heart is racing as you're moving closer.
You take me higher with every breath I take,
Would it be wrong to stay?


Featured Music: Take Me On The Floor, by The Veronica's.

Grant and I finally did it. And yes, we did it on the floor. It was better than what expected. It was hot, sticky, wet... and I liked it because we both gave and recieved, and I have not been with anyone who liked it both ways. More often than not, I pitch, but once in a while, I like to play the catcher. And we played just that. He is definately a keeper.

the best part of waking up?

Ever just had one of those weeks where you were busy through the weekend before and you've just coasted on fumes all week?

That's my week. I'm having a crappy week and it's only Wednesday, for a variety of reasons, one of which involve stunning displays of passive aggression.

My week started off with me being told how smart I am. The compliments kept coming from someone who doesn't give compliments easily. They were hard won compliments. And then...

And then I proceeded to spend the week proving that no one should have praised my intelligence because I am not a genius, but rather, a complete horse's ass. The good Lord has funny ways of keeping us humble, I guess.

I'm playing host to a couch-surfing friend from back home in Colorado, he arrived last night and staying till Friday morning. We passed out (on our own beds, on his case the couch) after two bottles of wine at the lovely dinner we had last night. I woke up this morning with his boner digging in my back and his breath on my neck. He was still passed out, so I inched myself away from him his massive erection (and when I say massive, I mean GINORMOUS!).

At breakfast I jokingly asked him how he ended up in my room. He said he got cold. I didn't press the issue too much.

I'm having Grant sleep over tonight.