Sometimes, desire lingers long after we have said our goodbyes. Not just theirs, but also mine. My mind gets pulled back to moments we shared, to snippets of our conversations, my attention captured by our shared secret, as I move about my day (hot!).
A Valentine’s date from last week has stayed with me.
In general, politeness and courtesy is what I look for and appreciate, because it allows me to put my mind at ease and sink into presence with you. But, I’d be lying if I didn’t say that, every once in a while, I love finding myself on the receiving end of seduction!
And S really turned the seduction tables. Incredible sense of humor, his confidence wasn’t performative, but effortless and he was so thoughtful and sweet! It was our first time together, yet I could sense the thought and effort he’d put into crafting the perfect night in for us. City views, a perfect temperature bath, a negroni and a massage that made me melt. I felt truly pampered and, I’ll admit, I blushed more than once!
But it’s not just the physical gestures. When somebody shares their mind with me so openly like that, when they share their innermost musings, combined with their appreciation with sensuality and their desire to gift me with pleasure and pampering, that is so fucking hot. Thank you S, for such a special evening, you made feel alive in more ways than one.
A girl doesn’t kiss and tell, but our conversation has definitely stayed with me. We spoke about life, love and longing, about the validity of monogamy and what sexuality means for different people.
It’s interesting, so many people crave exclusivity, yet they come to me looking for something they don’t find at home. Maybe the real fantasy isn’t just the sex, Instead, it’s about being seen, being chosen in the moment. Something that can be so hard to find in the midst of a busy and demanding life.
I think about this often: is desire something we chase, or does it chase us? Does it disappear once it’s satisfied, or does it only grow stronger? When we engage in the dance of seduction, when we touch, we’re playing with fire in the best possible way. And sometimes, the embers of this flame keep you on my mind. A longing to go deeper, to keep exploring the parts of me that stir under your fingertips.
Until next time, S….
Nina x
