He’s a Mitch, He’s My Lover…

Last night I slept with Mitch. Well, this morning, I suppose, would be more accurate. It was amazing!

I LOVE making out with new people! It’s one of my favorite things!

This is how it happened:

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m much more out of place at a dive like The Delphi than, say, the bar at the Ritz Carlton or even a lounge on the LES. So, to the trained eye – that of Dio, Xipe and Thena, who hangs out there more and more – it’s very clear that I’m spending way more time than usual at The Delphi. But, damn it, when I see something (someone) I want, I get it!

I finally spoke to him, let him get me drunk (he was very impressed at my tolerance – immortal liver, don’t fail me now!). After awhile we moved from the bar to one of the booths. I have no idea what we talked about. All I remember is our legs bumping under the table, me laughing at his jokes and he, charmed as per usual by my wit and good looks.

Then our legs did more than bump, they were simply next to one another. Then pressed close together. We kept talking the whole time. I shifted a leg, he moved his towards mine, slightly rubbing against me. After awhile of knees pressing together, eventually he holding my knees between his, a hand grazing a thigh here and there under the table, we stepped outside.

By then it was super late. As soon as we were alone I let him kiss me. The excitement, the expectations, the fear that he won’t live up to expectations! But he did and it was wonderful.

We went back to his place and made sweet, hot, sweaty love to each other.

We did things that would have made Cupid blush.