At the end of my blog about our second party (And We Forgot the Camera), I mentioned that there would be another blog forthcoming about the evening I got to spend with Ian, independent from Malcolm. Ian became my boytoy that night, someone that I had complete free reign with to do ANYTHING. Wow, where to start?
I suppose we start back at the way beginning. I've been talking with Ian via IM for a few months, and we've become great friends. He's funny, we share many of the same interests, and he's sexy as hell. Honestly, I was so surprised and delighted when I actually saw a pic of him. He's GORGEOUS!! All pale ivory skin, dark dark hair and eyes, and that mischievous Irish glint when he smiles. He feels my size...not towering above me, but someone I can be almost on eye level with. It reminded me so much of Laurell K Hamilton's Anita Blake...and her Micah. There is a sensual intimacy of being able to rest your arms on someones shoulders and meet their eyes steadily, allowing them to trust of being able to read your lust, your love, your fears as they dance across the shine in your eyes. Ian is younger than I am, one of the very very few lovers I've had that isn't significantly older than I am. He has a sense of playfulness, and everything about him feels fresh. I feel younger when I'm with him...he truly brings out my girlishness. He makes me shy, he makes me blush. I care for him.
I met him at the hotel, that day. He arrived early to keep me company since Malcolm couldn't arrive until later. We went shopping, and I smiled to myself to notice how the girls coveted him as they looked at him. I'd keep having this little thought....DAMN he's fine! And it would make me giggle to myself. He let me fuss over him, he held my hand, he took care of me, and then we went to a great dinner. He's one of those men that is so easy to talk to, to laugh with. The kind of man who will make sure your cheeks are sore from smiling so much.
Sexually speaking, my boy toy is amazingly adventurous. He up for just about anything most days, and allows me the most delicious liberties with his body. As long as I don't hurt him, I can experiment to my heart's delight. He's incredibly oral, his finest pleasure being to give, in his words, 80% of the time. And he has those magic hands. I still don't know what he does, but some day, I SWEAR to God, I will watch him do it to another woman, and learn his secret. He's an amazing kisser, has a fantastic touch...not too light, not too hard. He also is a hugger. I love huggers because they are so cozy. He has that ability to wrap his body around me and surround me without making me feel suffocated. He's one of the VERY few men I've been able to fall asleep with, perhaps because I just trust him and feel safe.
He catered to me at the party, and I loved that. He made me feel so attractive and special. He was so incredibly considerate, even remembering to bring me a drink when he went upstairs from the dance with "the boys" to relax for a minute and have a beer. He was available to me when I wanted body contact, and always willing and eager for hugs, touches and kisses.
He's here now...more later!
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