The Things We Do

I should know by now that the best laid plans are usually the ones that don't work out the way you expected....but mi head tough. I agreed to dinner and hanging out with Mr. ATL on Saturday night...I know me, and I was beginning to know him a little so I organised appropriate protection for the evening. After a slow and late start we were off to sit on the Veranda ( pausing here just to comment that it was my first time at Verandas and it was as I had expected...too bougie. An onslaught of pretentious people, girls out with their grandfathers and in general just a sad thing to watch) usually I don't go to those places, partly because of comfort, and secondly, as happened on Saturday, too many work connected people. I like places where I can be good or bad and not have to fret about stories which may make its way back to the Office or the Office circles....that's why I don't do the VIP section of events. If I go out to have fun, then I will have fun and it sometimes isn't so nice, so I blend into the crowd and find adequate cover for my bad deeds.

I digressed, as I nodded to an old boss and a current colleague, I knew my time there would have been short. We talked, we laughed, we had good clean fun.....until I scanned the venue and saw that the work connections had left.....then it got interesting. Unfortunately, I have never been the type to hold in a compliment so I told Mr. ATL that he was a sexy motha f...er. He was. He had on one of those shirts...you know, the type that accentuates all he muscles but is not tight.....he was teasing me the entire night, so I finally whispered in his ear that were it not for the bredren thing, we could see if we moved as well in bed as we did on the dance floor.....he laughed until he saw that I was serious. That was my first mistake. He completely threw out the bredren thing after that and told me not to for a minute think that he wouldn't seize any opportunity he got to make and watch my body move (is he for real?....damn...pleasing, very pleasing).

We chatted some more until my girlfriend yielded to her grandpa's wish to leave.....we parted ways in the car park as the sky opened up and my next mistake was inevitable I guess, given my weakness in the rain. We had some fun in the car park, on the car, and really messed around in the car. No penetration, just messing around. It was great. That's why I like 40 year old men, they know how to restrain themselves amidst a world of temptation. He was a gentleman when I said stop, though my panty was soaked and he had tasted the sweet and the windows were foggy, he stopped...shakily, but he stopped. He left with a warning though, that the next time we should stay within the boundaries cause he couldn't guarantee me gentlemanly conduct....It was a fair point so I decided not to see him again until its time to hand over the stuff for my brother.

To be honest, I can't even remember what our previous session was like....I was too caught up I think....but this has left some memories and I feel like I should remind myself about the offering and deal with the consequences afterwards....we could just have a vacation thing. How do we do that when he has displayed a propensity to be clingy? He won't go away softly in the night, I think ( cause you never know with men, they are tricky) then how would I deal with the family link....FRIG IT.....I will let it flow.

Just to say too that as is customary with me, when it rains, it pours. My " bredren, now friend" came into Kgn on Saturday and tried to hook me up. I ended up doing an early link with him (purely platonic) and the night link with Mr. ATL.....I couldn't help thinking that I was finally back to my old self....not that its a good self, but at least its not pining, snivelling, overly emotional and brokenhearted....it feels good, but I know its wrong.

When I woke up on Sunday, I thought about going to the beach and having some fish and bammy for breakfast.....I thought my bredren/friend would be the ideal person to take along, so I called to make the plans......he was weird. We launched into why he was giving me attitude and why he thought Kgn/St. Catherine beaches were not safe....crap really....what's up with him? I was warned not to mess up the bredren thing, but like a fool I let my lower half think through the matter rather than my head.....now it seems I don't even have a friend in him anymore. I mean we used to talk about every and anything.....he would sometimes call and I would let him listen to my sessions or worse just tell him that I'm about to or am being "titillated" at the time so I would have to call him back....there was no attitude then, we would just link up another time....he says we are bredrens so why not act the part.....it is becoming too complicated. I can't believe I'll have to find another bredren....that's unfair, we are adults, he has not indicated that he wants something more than what we have so why get snippy with me when you learn that I have a date after you?

Despite my rant above, I decided not to let him dictate the relationship so I called him yesterday in the midst of the rain and told him I would swing by.......of course my swing by ended up being at 11:00 p.m. We talked about mundane stuff and eventually launched into a nice love making session......country men are interesting, they have so many hang ups and I am the right person to break them out of that crap.....I laid him down and told him to allow himself to relax under my fingertips, tongue and body.....he did eventually but thought he needed to give me pleasure.....I assured him that he didn't and I spent a few hours making love to him (again no penetration) and I think he was satisfied. I left him in bed alseep at 4:00 a.m. I think we are good...ish now.

The only problem with an active lifestyle is that you need time for rest...I'm tired, so I am committed to getting some rest over the next two days.