intimate moment
April 22, 2005 11:17 p.m.

He's asked me if I mind if he rights about it,...and really I don't care either way. He has also inquired why I don't write much about.

And the thing is...if you are someone who reads me, you know I don't do daily log entries. I don't write entries dealing with what I did that day,....I write entries detailing what I thought and felt about the things that happened to me that day.

And really, there's not a right way, or a wrong way, it's all personal preference. I've read people who try to be deep and intellectual and emotion, but deep down are really quite boring, And others who just detail their daily existence, I can't wait to read more.

but this is what I do.

if something angers me, I write. If something makes me think, I write. If I like and image, I write....I'm chronicling emotional experiences.

So why don't I want to write about hot sex? well, all my thoughts and feelings, and emotions regarding the sex are shared with him,...all the good, bad, and really good, I share with him, and once the emotions are realized, the catharsis is complete and I don't need to write about it here.

Now recently he posted an entry detailing one of our sexual escapades, and I was really surprised with the way he chose to write about it,...certain parts were left out. One of those was an intense make out session. ...and I mentioned this to him. And his response was that he didn't know how to describe a make out session...how do you describe such an intimate encounter? You can describe sex by what is physically done, but how do we define intimacy?

Okay, well, here's the dirt from my point of view....isn't it strangely appropriate that he details the sex and I the intimacy?

We just got back to my apartment after a late dinner. It was quite a lovely and pleasant evening. One of those spring nights where the air is warm and fresh, the sky is clear, and the stars and moon are oh so visible.

Mmm so let me paint for you a little picture. Becky and I live in the downtown area of our little city. The buildings are old and mostly historical. They have such a charm and class to them. they aren't kitschy, and mass produced, and carbon copied. And what we love the most is how the whole area resembles and Edward Hopper painting. We will walk around the area at night commenting of our love all of the Edward Hopper houses that surround us.

We live in a red brick, Italianate row house that Hopper would have approved of.

Our street is lined with trees....and at night downtown is dead, ever so quiet, hardly a soul to be found. It's like it all belongs to you.

And I love our porch. yes it is small and not as great as lots of other porches in the world, but I still love it. ...we have one tiny little step. but I don't care, I love sitting on it....especially on a lovely evening.

So that night I had to park behind my building, but I didn't care, I took the boyfriend by the hand, and instead of walking him to the backdoor, we walked around the building to the front,...where I sat him down on the stoop. I showed him how that spot had a good few of the stars and the lovely moon. We embraced and felt this enormous desire to kiss him....kiss him everywhere....his neck, his ears, his mouth.

it was such a beautiful moment....just being so close to one another....feeling our souls connecting, breathing and taking him in and giving myself for him to take. our hands explored, we tasted and smelled.

True, sex is emotional, and intimate, and powerful....

but this was just so much more. We tried to be modest in our actions,...sometimes cars would pass....and I really wanted this to be something just for us. ..and knowing where I hands couldn't go, an what they couldn't do, only made what the could do, an where they could go...so much more intense.

After awhile thing escalated to the point where we should take things inside.....but I didn't want to....the idea of engaging in intimate activity outside of the house was so alluring to me...I wanted to keep doing it.

So we did go inside the building.

Now, because this is an old building, old house, my part of the building has an upstairs and a downstairs. You open the door to the building and there is a foyer and an old spiral staircase going up. the downstairs light is burnt out, do the only light is coming from the top of the stairs.

Instead of entering my apartment, I pulled him to the very back of the foyer and sat down, pulling him down with me so we could embrace and kiss more.

Now, as you can imagine, especially if you've read his account, things did get hotter which in turn had us aching and running for the bedroom.

and, dare I say, dear reader, this account has come to its conclusion. I don't feel the need to share with you a step by step account of all the activities...but...if you must have more, you can read about it Here.