He invites me over to his place. Actually he gives me the option to meet near – basically in his neighborhood – or at his house and I ask if he is going to make me dinner. He says yes, so I am cool with going to his house.

We agree on a time and the week passes.

I know that meeting at his place is really about him wanting to nail me so I dress appropriately. The cute black dress, the thigh high stockings. I acquired a pair of higher heels to wear with him so that I could actually reach his lips, so I wear these too.

I brave the late rush hour traffic south to his house and get there a few minutes early, so I pass the house and stop a block away to waste a few minutes and to freshen my lipstick. I figure I will be overdressed since we will be at his house. I expect he will be in jeans and he was.

I pull into the drive, head to the front door and wait for him to answer. He greets me with a big hug and amazing kisses. The heels are a success because I can actually reach his mouth with out having to be on tiptoes.

He invites me in and he is in the middle of cooking dinner. He makes me a drink – he went out of his way to acquire some gin and tonic for me – he drinks wine. He also is vegetarian and actually cooked chicken for me.

I see he has chickens in the backyard and we talk about that for a bit. He makes me a drink. We talk while he cooks about his poly situation and I tell him about the weekend party I was at and things I learned about myself. Turns out he was at a party over the weekend too and he tells me about it. Sounded way more awkward than the weekend I had.

The open communication about sex with these various men and where my opinion and desires stand is one of the things I am most amazed about myself at this point in my dating life. I have never felt so open and free to talk about this stuff. Any insecurities and modesty i used to have are out the window. I feel free.

He has made an amazing dinner and something totally different for himself since he is not eating meat. We talk about a bunch of things and nothing. I can’t eat all this food so I don’t but it is wonderful.

I finish the drink and he makes us both another. We move from the kitchen bar to the couch. We drink a bit, chat a bit and then start kissing. A lot. Eventually he asks if I want to move to the bedroom. Yes can’t come out of my mouth fast enough.

We move to the bedroom and the clothes come off, but the stockings stay on. They are a hit. Things progress and all I can say is there are benefits to being 6’3”. Amazing orgasm across my whole body. We laugh about how traditional and generally white bread we are in terms of sex. No fetishes, no crazy positions or behaviors. Just good standard sex.

Afterward he is snuggler and chatty which is cool. We lay there talking and he is stroking my skin which is an amazing turn on—as if a feather is being dragged across my body. He is obsessed with the curve of my hips and all I can think of is how far I have come in this last year to actually have a curve to my hips and how awesome it is to share that.

In a weird turn of conversation, we talk about our other lovers. Mostly who they are to us, how often they are seen in terms of priority. This comes from the question about how many people are we each looking to have in our lives. I say I am still looking to settle this out but so far only Mr. Charisma is a regular. There have been a couple of others but not sure they will settle out to be regulars except for my failed sunday hookup who I will see next time he is in town. He has one of these long distance, only see when they are in town as well.

We agree we are compatible – both out of bed – we get along, have things to talk about, enjoy each others company – and in bed where we are fantastically compatible. 

He asks if I am interested in seeing him again. Of course! So we make a date for the next week as I get dressed. Tall shoes back on and more kissing. It is getting hard to leave but away I go.

Driving back home I am seriously all blissed out. mmmm.