We got BACK in his car and headed towards RFD- where MY car waited. but somehow we ended up in the parking lot of norms; a coffee shop up the street from RFD. We sat in silence looking at eachother. he leaned in. I leaned in, tilted my head to the right and we kissed.
All I could think was "oh my god, it's like 11th grade all over again!" And "wait a minute, this parking lot is WAY too bright to have sex." And "oh shit, am I about to get finger banged? Do people still do that? Am I ready to backtrack like that? Are his fingernails encrusted in filth? Did he wash his hands? Do I really want to be associated with finger banging at this point in my life? It's 2009 for gods sake! Oh fuck it, fuck it. This dude can finger bang the shit outta me if he wants! Tonight I will be the mayor of finger banged city." FYI: This was all going on in the privacy of my mind! What a horrible phrase btw: 'finger bang'. I'm writing it over and over just to free myself of any power it might have to make me feel uncomfortable or low brow.
all this internal jibber jabber, and the dude totally did NOT even put his finger in my privates! INSTEAD, the dude and I kept kissing. sometimes hard and fast. sometimes very slow and soft. ALWAYS charged with meaning. It's like I was feeling lips for the first time. Hyper aware of what it feels like to kiss. it was as dirty as sex. revealing and vulnerable. this 'sensual'(gag) kissing required time to be taken and technique. Thank god I slowed down and stopped being as rough and passionate as i CAN be, or else i would have missed the entire experience! i can be soft and tender too!
Yuck, this post is even grossing ME out. HOW are YOU guys doing? hang in there. We stopped kissing, looked at eachother, and said nothing. he started the car and pulled into another empty lot across the street. but this lot was dark enough to be naughty in.
He got on top of me, and well.....did lots of stuff. he did ALL the BEST stuff. but the point of the story is this: I couldn't believe how conducive his car was for EPIC f**king! It was a Subaru. who knew? understated. reliable. disguising itself as a family car. close to the ground. Wide enough not to feel claustrophobic. cushy leather seats, plush against my skin. plenty of things to grip onto, allowing me to switch it up and hold myself in various positions. What a night! What a date! And what a car! i love you.
13 comments:
Was it your first date with him? just wondering....
Gotta get me a Subaru!!
Who gives a shit if it was her first date? She got what she wanted, and thats what it's about.
how many positions ca you do in a subaru?! I can only think of 2 and a 1/2..:S xoxo
do you work for subaru??? cause i'm sold
sounds like an incredibly successful evening. i feel like all my subaru-owning friends need to see this entry and applaud you. :)
out of curiosity, do people you date know about your blog? i mean, isn't it awkward if they do? this is why i could never have a non-anonymous blog.
p.s. i love you
shit, my mom has a subaru D:
congratulations
Your most recent posts have been riddled with James Ransone pictures.
PLEASE tell me that's who you fucked in a Subaru, that would be epic, in which case I'd congratulate you.
it was not a first date. it was not pj.
haha makes me think of this
http://www.designsdelight.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/vintage-ads-1970.jpg
Lovely, congratulations!
Please tell me where that picture was from.
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