Seconds, please

Quarterly, it seems, I may be able to see you.

The second time was more weird, if possible. The overhead light was on, which meant that I could see how beautiful your body is. That was so nice. And it was fun to be with you and talk with you and yet, still I'm not sure what you need me to do. Is it enough? Is it too much? Am I too; or not enough? The breasts. They're small. Sorry 'bout that.

And of course the timing is not optimal. It was nearly 'all clear' but not quite, exactly. I barely notice, but I spend my days cleaning up less yukky stuff than ever now, so really: that is Nothing in my larger experience. You are not used to that, despite having a dog and cats and a partner. I sense your sensibilities are considerably affected. Don't deny it; I'm hardly a delicate woman.

Don't get me wrong. I wish so much that I was. I wish I was delicate and fresh faced and dewy skin'd and bare and soft. Rather, I'm a squishy, scruffy and silly old girl. Ah well. I'm so happy to spend time with you. It's odd, the format you've chosen. I don't think I would have thought of naked and playing. It's oddly comfortable, though.

And, I have to say that I appreciate the access to the equipment. It's new and fun; not unlike the regular format but a differet shape. I like to feel the difference inside me; the different ways we intersect. And it's fun to taste the differences too. I want to experience a lot of things with you but at 2 hours a quarter, it's going to be a while before that's really exhausted.

Which brings me to the next point. That, considering everything, should I ever expect to see you again? Or maybe once more...but then...I feel I need to really do ...something...to prove to you I'm worth the time. Another blowjob? Awesome: fun and more fun. But, that's kinda...I mean, once a day is great. More often is less fun. I want some too. And I didn't really know what to do, how to get or even what I wanted to do. I want to get close to you, but I'm not used to doing that without words. I wanted you to take me. To do with what you wanted with me. To hold me and take advantage of me. But then, you seem quite shy (really? you have an other woman; that must take some kind of steel) and not really sure about what you're doing. I feel a bit new myself, with you. It's unknown. Uncharted. I enjoy the exploration, but I fear your patience is wearing thin.

And what if I came to your town: would you visit? If you were in TO and I had a room...would you visit me instead? I would totally do that so you wouldn't have 'me' in your 'space.' But, I would want you to stay longer, maybe. And to take a shower with you. I was a bit sad that you weren't more into that idea. It didn't seem such a stretch after everything else, really. It was a small shower.

I guess cougars are more tolerant of the young since they're used to cleaning up after them. And the cubs are tolerant because they're used to having everything done for them, including washing thier backs :) I don't like the young, because I am tired of boys. Boys are for girls and I'm a woman, now. I like you. And I really like your body. And I hope to have the opportunity to enjoy it again. And, hopefully, again. And again.

I'm going to passe le capoterie for some delicious flavour for next time. I hate the taste of those things.