Bitchicisms

Male competition is doing wonders for my ego.

The day after my frst date with H I started chatting with V. He apologized (again) for symbolically crashing our date, claiming he was clueless. But this irreverently lovable pothead ended up asking me to hook up that same night.

It was funny and yet disturbing that these 2 guys who are seemingly close friends seem intent on one-upping each other when it comes to their number of notches on my belt.

Of course, being the beneficiary of such an arrangement, I made no bones about saying yes to sex with V.

Then V had a project come up so we were cancelled. I made plans with old high school buddies to meet up at the same place I puked the night before, the venue of my first date turned group date.

Just as I'm getting ready to leave the house, I get this weird ambiguous message from V who seems to be alluding that we were still on. I confirmed and he said yes, we were back on track unless I was already unavailable. So there, I told him to wait til 10pm I was just meeting some friends.

Hung out a little with old HS friend M and bf D. It was a steady chilling fun ngiht semi-filled with reminiscing and bumping into people I knew from college(ran into my tall child M who hung around to chat and org elder goddess R as I was leaving). Kept up constant stream of SMS with stoned V who initially went to my hosue instead of to our meeting place (later as he was taking me home he couldn't remember if it was the same house he'd gone to).

After all that he ended up at the right place and asked me to go down and meet him at the spot where I puked. Presumably he's either shy or ashamed to be seen with me as I was just at the same place with H the night before.

So we met up. We went to Sogo, which he says he's never been to (kinda believable as he didn't know which channel the porn was).

Our sex was delicious. I came 7 times while he kept hard all throughout. His style, a mixture of rough and tender caresses keep me insane. He lightly brushes his lips against my tender cold skin and raises goosebumps.

He roughly pulls me into one sexual position after another, producing sensations that drive me insane. Yes this is an ode to how good V makes me feel. And yes he does make me feel that good.

We spend the entire three hours in a frenzy, trying to make use of every goddamn minute in the room. He's a cutie, a voracious sex partner and a skilled lover.

I had a feeling he was trying to raise steep competition for H, should H be willing to join the big leagues. Of course I didn't tell him that H hinted that if I wanted to "up my exercise program" I should go to him. And of course V is aware that nothing happened with H the night before, as he met up with H after H took me home.

Of course H had asked V's permission to ask me out. And of course V would assume H wants the same treatment he's been getting. The hook ups and bootie calls. Could be he wants me to keep in mind how much better he is than H, not that I can compare...not yet...