Date-a-palooza 2:Electric Boogaloo

[TaylorMade]

Okay, so Date-a-palooza 1 resulted in a nice little connection that got terminated due to Candidate #2 needing his AA sponsor more than me. So, here we go again. Right now, I'm in it for the sex. I prolly won't fuck on the first date, but sex is on the table at some point soon.

Candidate 1: 35, Miami native, teacher. In an open marriage. Attractive enough. We're going to meet at Starbucks tomorrow. Maybe we'll screw, maybe not.

Candidate 2: 35, Florida native - - not sure what he does. Jaded. Former athlete. A fun kind of asshole. Drinks at Hard Rock that night. He has bi tendencies. This should be fun.

Here we go again.

*Taylor*

[Bicuriousity]

Sounds like fun. If hhey were both bi you could take both out on a date at the same time! Thatd be fun!

[TaylorMade]

Sounds like fun. If hhey were both bi you could take both out on a date at the same time! Thatd be fun!

Nope, not how I operate.

*Taylor*

[coyotedude]

For some reason I'm thinking of the lyrics to a Mary Chapin Carpenter song:

Heads or tails, I'm a winner either way
Ooooo, I feel lucky today

Whichever way you go, have fun!

[TaylorMade]

Date 1, 2:30pm: I'm late. . . I feel like the white rabbit as I put coins in the meter and hustle the two blocks down to Starbucks. I hope he doesn't want to fuck today because I didn't shave and I feel bloated and I'm hungry. I get to the Starbucks and . . .he's younger. Alot younger than I pictured. Maybe I've dated too many older men, but the stubble is gone, making this mature Latino look like a ton of the hipsters I've seen at Churchill's and the Vagabond. Good thing is, he knows it.
And we talk. And we laugh. He works at the college my mom worked at, and even knows her by sight. That would be weird, but in the world of internet dating , that's a plus.
We talk about how incestuous the scene and the lifestyle is in Miami. It can be a good and bad thing. Not much changes and . . . not much changes. You can leave going to the parties for months on end, come back, and it's the same people, same places, same faces.
And - for regular dating - the people aren't totally friendly either. That's a given. Heck, he said, you can get friendlier people even one county up. I get a text from #2. He smiles. I understand if you have other people on your roster. It happens. We continue to talk. We go inside for a minute and he gets me a caramel Macchiato. :) I like this guy. I feel like I could really enjoy his company. His eyes say he's eager to please. And time runs away till my alarm goes off.
We walk back to my car, and he says that he's glad he got the opportunity to talk to me. While ,yes . . .sex will be nice, he's much more interested in at least having a full conversation, a chance to get to know me first. :) He kisses me on the cheek and I drive off. Not bad. I get some flirtatious texts later, asking me about how I like my sex.

*Taylor*

[TaylorMade]

Date 2, 8:15 pm: I'm sitting in the backseat of my car. I put on my fishnet socks and my boots. My makeup is perfect, my hair poufed out. A blister from my sandals worn during date #1 irritates me, but it hasn't burst yet. . . luckily. He says he's wearing a lame ass blue shirt. Okay, whatever. As long has he looks like his pictures. I take the elevator and I'm kind of startled. I actually have never been to the Seminole Hard Rock (http://www.seminolehardrockhollywood.com/)/Seminole Paradise (http://www.seminoleparadise.com). Man, it's nice. Reminds me of Downtown Disney or Pleasure Island a little bit. He said he was gonna be at Murphy's Law. I see this back of his head, he's ensconced in conversation with a black couple at the end of the bar. The woman says to him. . . "I think that's your redhead." He turns around.

Oh. Mah. Gawd.

He's fucking HAWT. Hotter than his pictures. Hotter even the one I liked, where he looked like a more rugged Ethan Hawke. Must not fuck him now. Must not fuck him now. The look in his eyes hints toward the same feelings. "Well, I'm not quite a redhead," I confess.

He smiles. "You're kinda redboned, and you're wearing a red shirt. Close enough." I smile. He offers me a seat. We have drinks. We talk to the couple. They're from out of town and they're wrapping up a weekend away from the kids. I get my jack and coke. "The bartender got me a double scotch. I think he likes me." I roll my eyes. "No, I think he really does. After this white Russian, let's go to Johnny Rockets. I'm hungry and if I plan on drinking more, I won't do it on an empty stomach." I feel something in my gut. It's a good something.

We don't even finish much of what we ordered at Johnny Rockets. He . . . makes friendly banter with the rookie waiter. If he were higher than a Kinsey 2, I'd call it flirting. But, I just think he is a talkative, gregarious sort. The kind that for once, doesn't expect me to carry the conversation.

We go inside the casino. I didn't get the time to look at all the guitars, rock star clothes and various paraphernalia. Next time. We go to the bar, sit and talk some more. About his band (yep, he's in a band with two gay guys, a lesbian drummer, and another guy who's straight). . .past relationships, the usual sort of thing.

And it's during this conversation he hits the points I crave.

I knew I craved them, but I never put them into words much. The little things. It's like he's subtly establishing his position as the dominant. He has his hand gently rubbing the back of my neck or around my waist, firmly. You know there is a fine line between being told, like a submissive, and being told, like you're a pet or a child. He was staying the proper side of the line. He was affirming with the vocal cues and touches.I made the observation that I couldn't ever enter a D/s relationship with a Dominant who was unwilling to learn. He let me show him how to tie a cherry stem in a knot.

As we went from an Irish coffee to another Jack and coke, his hands got a little bolder, wandering up my skirt, around the edge of my panties till, he leaned in, planted his lips on mine, and eased his fingers down below. It was probably the least forceful feeling intrusion. Maybe because I was already wet. I know someone else had to have seen it, but he didn't remove his fingers. He rubbed a finger against my clit. So perfect. He withdrew. "I felt it was wet, and I wanted to taste it." He licked his fingers, and smiled. My face still shocked from the brazen action despite there being plenty of buildup. He almost seemed willfully ignorant.

"You wanna see if a band is playing at Knights and play some pool?"

Okay. We sat on the patio at first, singing along and making fun of the band. A couple more drinks. We went inside, then...

We stopped at the bathroom, and he grabbed me hand, pushed my against the wall, pulled up my skirt, pulled my panties down and went down on me. Not for long, but long enough for me to feel the flick of his tongue. He pulled my panties off, and stuffed them in his pocket. "That's what we'll be playing the game for."

It's hard to bend over in front of a brazen man, ready to probably fuck me if he wanted to. But I tried. And I can't play pool for shit. He handed me my crumpled, damp panties anyway. He turned away and I slid them back on. We played a couple more games, but really, I he was trying to feel or look at my ass. I indulged him, of course.

Now thoroughly drunk, we danced in a crowded club to sweat the alcohol out. His hands behaved here. Maybe because there was no fun in misbehaving in such an obvious place. After an hour or two, it was best to call it a night.

He walked me to my car. The parking garage isn't that dark. But dark enough... we started kissing, then he pressed me against the hood of my OWN CAR. "I think these need to come off."

"Out here?"

"I don't think I can fit in the back seat of your car." His hands went between my legs, caressing that spot till it ached.

"Fine." I could feel myself exposed again, on the hood of my own car, the evening air against my skin then the warmth of his tongue. Persistent, soft but I could feel myself build, wanting to release the tension that had been like contracting, expanding. . .It wasn't a big orgasm. But he could taste it.

And he kissed me and handed me back my panties... he stood up, and his cock was out, I admit I didn't return the favor in full, but it was just enough, till another car's lights distracted me.

He opened my door and he watched me as I drove away. DAMN.

I got destroyed. I got fucking destroyed . . .

And I'm supposed to see both these guys again next week?

FUCK.

*Taylor*

[dexbabe]

good for ya...but why should i be so interested in your life? I have one of my own, and am pretty sure the rest of us do as well.

hope ya had sex, and hope it was good. don't really need to hear more. Best of luck in the future, we all move on....

[Realist]

Oh, I don't know DEXBABE, I thought it was pretty well written and erotic, myself. The girl knows how to write!

My GF and I will wait for the next chapter!

Anyway, you've been here since 2005 and this is your first post?

[csrakate]

Anyway, you've been here since 2005 and this is your first post?

First post and Ohhhh so catty!!!!

Ignore Dexbabe's post Taylor...as I am sure you will......Some of us live vicariously through your exploits LOL!.....not to mention that it makes for fun reading!!

[wrbi01]

Damn.... another raging boner.... geez... and now I have to WAIT for the next show... oh well... off to the shower :)

[TaylorMade]

First post and Ohhhh so catty!!!!

Ignore Dexbabe's post Taylor...as I am sure you will......Some of us live vicariously through your exploits LOL!.....not to mention that it makes for fun reading!!

I miss you. :( And stuff.

I have first dates. It's somehow more fun if I have a string of them in a row. Don't ask me why. Maybe the inherent risk. Maybe to prove something to myself.

I secretly think I do it because it makes damn fun literature. :p

*Taylor*

[Bicuriousity]

I love it. Guy number 2 sounds fun, do give us updates!

[BicuriousIndy2]

I am also waiting to here more. I thought the second date was exciting, but the first guy if he gets a chance will be good.

[TaylorMade]

I will be dating/ sexing both these guys if they allow me to. Each gentleman is aware of the other and I will be using protection with both. I've gone over my inventory of condoms (I will probably need more!) and I will prolly need to buy more sponges. Basically, I'm kinda poly at this stage. I like both guys for different things.

Guy #1 is just good for straight up, conventional, vanilla sex that's well done. Kinda like a really good quality burger. Or steak.

Guy #2 with the bi tendencies and the BDSM/Fetish/Swinger experience . . . he's like sushi, with a really good expensive sake. Unique, exotic when put together (remember, sushi's just fish and rice), experienced and mature.

I plan on having fun with both and in a sexual sense, I feel freed up to express myself in this fashion.

*Taylor*

[littlerayofsunshine]

Good on ya Taylor, Oats are best sowed and eaten hot.. Or warm with if its a cookie.

I just gave a harsh reach around to a waiter that just tried to fuck me up the ass on my check. Tomorrow he should be thankful he still has a job. *smiles*


Have fun and good luck to ya darlin.

[TaylorMade]

I'm taking #2 to either see Thor or play pool at the Gay Sports bar. I don't know why I'm so exited to take him to a gay bar. I think it's because the idea of throwing an attractive and somewhat bi man in a middle of a bunch of gay/bi men just seems... awesome. :p

*Taylor*

[lizard-lix]

We shiver with antici....

(say it you fool!)

..pation!

Go Taylor Go!

(and taking him to a gay bar is HOT, but Thor was great, too!)

[bi4asplay]

You , me and the sushi, please.

[12voltman59]

I don't know why bi4asplay resurrected this thread, but seeing it was from TaylorMade, kind of bummed me since she is another past regular that faded away from here.

Even though she and I were often at odds over some things, she still was one of the mainstays of the site and she surely was an interesting person, to say the least.

Its a bummer that her last time logging on here was in November 2012---not really all that far off from being a year. Before you know it--it will be November once again.

Thinking about Taylor also brings to mind Vittoria, who also used to be regular here who went away.

I guess its just with the thing with my dad's passing--I get a bit nostalgic about things and people from the past.