A Rich Fantasy Life is Good for the Soul
Inspired by Julie’s post on kissing.
. . . and maybe some thoughts about a certain someone . . . or two . . . or three . . .
We cuddle on the couch to watch a movie. A couple cocktails sit in tumblers nearby in case we get thirsty or need a little courage. We chat about nothing much during the trailers, and then try to pay attention to the beginning of the flick. It’s difficult for me to focus, however. He’s softly stroking my arm, and I’m listening to his breathing and enjoying the feeling of being close. The more I think about his touch, the more my skin starts to feel flush. I get a little lightheaded, but I like it. The actors in the movie stop making any sense, and their words run together. He must realize this, so he adjusts my body so he can see my face. I like the way the light from the television dances off his features as he searches for something in mine. As he leans in to kiss me, the only thing anchoring me to the earth is the warmth of his shoulders beneath my hands. The kiss starts like a whisper. He makes me want more. He feeds me another kiss, this time more substantial, but still patient and controlled. He backs away and looks at me, touching my face with his fingers. I whisper "more", and he gives me what I want. This time he kisses me with his own hunger, and he keeps kissing me endlessly. I kiss him back and pull him close. I want to feel his body respond to mine. We kiss slowly, quickly, deeply, tenderly. Face, mouth, neck, chest, shoulders, hands. Groping, pressing, tangled, touching, exploring. Laughing, talking, whispering, moaning, sighing. Slithering to the floor . . .
. . . and sometime later the credits roll.
We wonder whether we would have liked the movie, but don’t regret for a minute.
Yeah, I’m a cheap date!
. . . but eat your Wheaties, boys! I ain’t easy.
Okay kids, spill it! I want to hear about your idea of a perfect date.
posted by Theresa @ 9/29/2005 08:59:00 AM
12 Comments:
Funny. I was just talking with a friend last night about how he loves first dates. I think he's insane, but in a good way.
Perfect date? Well, the most perfect one I ever had I didn't know was "a date". I'm a little dense.
Went to the Getty museum, and it rained. LOVE THE RAIN. Then went to dinner. I can remember the EXACT moment I fell in love with him. It was at dinner. We were talking about all kinds of stuff, and it hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks.
After that, we hadn't planned to do so, but we went to see a movie. Before the movie started, we had some time so we hit a close by bar.
During the movie, I got brave, and rested my head on his shoulder. Powered by booze, most definitely. But my idea was "scare him off before you get yourself in a world of hurt."
The next weekend he took me out for dinner to "talk". I was sure I was getting the "you are nice but" talk. Instead, he shocked me be saying he wanted to date, and date pretty serious, yo. I added the yo.
We had been friends for a while, so the serious dating thing right away isn't as loony as it sounds. Plus, it is why I didn't immediately recognize it as a "date". It wasn't unusual for us to go places at all.
It was C that this all happened with.
I'd have to say, a perfect date for me is one you don't recognize as a date.
Theresa, I love it! I'm dealing with a wretched cold this morning so I'm feeling a little unispired in the romance department. Snot = not very sexy! I will get back to you with my fantasy.
Like Zoooom, I didn't know I was on a date when I experienced the perfect one. Of course, I may be stretching the word "date." That denotes some planning on both person's parts...and, maybe this particular situation counted. It went down like this:
I met this nanny while walking my kids to school. I had seen her before but never said "hello," (a fault of mine as I rely on smiles to do the work). But a reckless cop brought us together. A rookie had received a call and sped off through a school zone, spitting up roadside rocks as he passed the nanny pushing a child in a stroller.
The next day we bitched about that cop and cops in general, then set up a playdate with the children she watched and my kids. We went to the park and chatted as the kids got to know one another better.
On our way home, she showed me where she lived and invited me to come over anytime. She was new to town and had no friends.
Well, I took her up on the offer. We painted her windows with tempura representations of jack-o-lanterns and drank Oregon chai. We started to discuss her past relationships.
I moved about the kitchen as she sat on the counter. At one point, I went by her and she caged me with her legs...but only for a moment. "Dense" me, I didn't get this was a come-on and kept about chatting.
Somehow we ended up on her prone futon couch and talked some more. She stretched out on her side, commented on how much she liked my hair, touched it, then gave me those shy eyes that betray true intentions.
I returned the touch under the guise of a scalp massage. Thirty seconds into it, she reached up and placed her palm flat against my chest and let it slowly slide down. Our heads moved together, lips reaching to make contact. Then things got especially hot...
That was the only time since high school that I've experienced those butterflies in my stomach. Maybe because it was unexpected, I don't know. I asked her after why she went for me (having thought her a good girl). She replied with, "Well, you and Renee are swingers, right?"
I had no idea she knew; she claims to have read between the lines. The surprise of someone making the moves on me, for once, made for the perfect date -- unexpected excitement. I still dream of this girl with the hair like silky straw and a penchant for married men.
I know this is cliche but I can't resist. The perfect date?
Show up. Naked. With beer.
Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
zoooom - I have to admit, I Love 1st dates too. I guess it's because I've been around since the invention of electricity, so I get excited but I hardly ever get nervous any more.
Thanks for telling us the story of you and C. It's sweet and romantic. Friends who fall in Love are often extraordinary relationships.
Julie - Yes, it's hard to feel inspired when you're sickly. I hope you feel better soon sweet girl!
Kyle - Butterflies in the tummy are especially nice. I hope you have some again soon. Thanks for the lovely story.
(note to self: if ever face-to-face with Kyle, GO FOR IT!)
Andy - So what you're saying is that you're cheap AND easy!
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He he he xoxo xoxoxo,
My perfect date should activate my dirty mind and make me wonder when I am going to get that piece of a**
One problem though. I am hard to get most of the time but when I like him I am too damn cheap.
Yes, have some! Actually my days of being cheap and easy are over as I am totally in love. Zoom can vouch for me that my babe is indeed babe-a-licious so no more slutting around for me. Our first date I took her out for Italian at the best place around here, we had a fabulous meal and talked about many things, had a couple of glasses of wine then a walk. She kind of hip checked me thanking me for dinner and I caught her arm, brought her close, looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her ever so gently, then more firmly as she melted in my arms. We walked down the old aquaduct and making out under the street lights on a bench under the stars. Very romantic.
Best. First. Date. Ever.
My dating days are behind me now, but I seem to recall that the perfect date was someone who would go out with me.
No_the Game - Maybe you're playing it exactly the right way. You just haven't met the right guy yet.
Andy - That's sounds perfect. I've been to your site and saw a picture of your True Love. You're right. She's definitely babe-a-licious.
Larry - Gwenyth is going to be sad to hear that news.
I have been pondering a response to this post for the last 24 hours, and all I can come up with is:
Stimulate me. Not just physically either! (pervs)
Mentally, emotionally.
My ex-fiancee took me to a very secluded pond on one of the local college campuses that had a little stage, and greek colums of various sizes surrounding it. We sat there, holding onto eachother and just talked.
About everything and nothing.
He never once tried to kiss me or do anything that could be deemed inappropriate.
I attacked him later at my house, but that's another story ....
sounds like a good date to me!
Spitting in a Wishing Well
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