Mr. Smooth & Beyond

mmm... it's amazing what the combination of sexual attraction and alcohol will do to you. right now I feel absolutely GOOD. and relaxed. muscles relaxed, his smile on my mind... we had a good time, good fun, good drinks, getting-to-know-you beer session. I have a sweet, wonderful feeling seeping throughout my being right now. The sun has calmed its fire hot heat. Now it graces us with its warm, nourishing company. I like his body: tall, not-too-lean, not-too-beefy. His lips seem perfectly suckable. Fuck kissable -- I just want to suck on them. He is reserved. And I like it like that. We're talking pretty openly about significant others; he's not married, but he is spoken for. Mr. Smooth -- yes, I shall call him S. Mr. Smooth is the gentleman at work who has caught my eye as of late. We get along quite well at work, flirt relatively heavily, and now have gone out for some beers together. Conversation was good, fun, joking -- all the right ingredients for a fun time had by all.

After three beers on an empty stomach, I'm still a little tipsy. Tingly, lightly quiet vibrations moving steadily across my skin, my lips... I'm glad "nothing" happened between us tonight. Aside from having a good time together, nothing (of the anonymous, adulterous and amorous sort) actually happened. I have a feeling though that I'm going to look forward to going to work even more from here on out.

Other News: M is back in action. After having returned from this past weeks' vacation, his actions toward me have been decidedly flirtatious again. He's picked up where he left off a few months ago, and I must say that I'm very turned on by it all. Imagination runs rampant and I remember our little trysts as though they were only a few days ago. The scent of his laundry detergent still makes my insides quiver with delight. I don't know how far to keep him... part of me wants to start things up with him again, and part of me wants to just let it be. My groin says go for it, and yet something unnamable says 'be wary.' Just yesterday H reminded me that he's okay with me having "drinks with the boys" but he just doesn't want me fucking them. There IS in fact, something in between the extremes, isn't there?

H doesn't want me fucking my coworkers. But then again, just a few days ago he mentioned, somewhat casually, that there was going to be another swingers' party coming up shortly. Of course, my cunt went into spasms just thinking about it, but I had to play it cool, so he wouldn't feel too uncomfortable about my joy. He obviously was able to see my excitement nonetheless -- and quickly noted that he married a slut. *smiles, laughter* ensued. I'm very much looking forward to Playing again. Just thinking about all the sexual energy I've been attempting to keep at bay, thinking about my H and our interactions, filled with love and animal sexual ferocity... I just can't wait.

Also decided to give B a call. Haven't spoken to him in a couple of weeks despite having thought about him A Bit since then. We had a great conversation -- fun and games and jokes abound. Communicated my feelings enough for him to know that I've thought about him and that he's still on my mind. Don't know when we'll get a chance to get together again... my H is still on holiday schedule, and B's schedule is mighty hectic as well. When the time comes, we'll know it's right.

Icing on the cake: I saw C (my sexy Coworker, not M or S) today. Got a hug and a kiss on the cheek. (Par for the course these days with C.) Though I haven't seen him in a bit of time, he's still as good looking as ever. I really don't think anything will ever come of our flirtations -- but I'm happy with how things lie with him as well. Maybe I'm just a slut for attention -- anything to feel liked/lusted after/admired? Whatever... it's all good.

All in all, today was a very good day.