I am a pretty severe hater of clichés.  But it strikes me that generally they are just clichés until they click for you in your life – and then they become life lessons.  I’ve often talked about how expectations can get in the way of things most of the time.  People expect you to act the way they think that you will – not how you think you will.  But they have their purpose.  They set out guidelines for how one should act.  Most times expectations are let down.  And then there’s the rare occasions when they are just completely and utterly blown out of the water.

I just had a week of vacation, and invited someone whom honestly, I didn’t know all that well.  We’d been talking a few months, and got along famously via text and voice.  But yes, I’m well aware of the impracticalities of internet hookups.  With my history, I was expecting him to not show up.  Beyond that, I didn’t have much in the way of expectations.  Well, he did show up.

Here’s the run down of events for those which are curious…

I was nervous leading up to going to pick him up.  My stomach was flipping all around.  I gave myself a good general time frame for getting to the airport going via route of the TCH (as that’s the only one I really travelled before).  I see an airport sign, and quickly take the next exit.  I drive for a minute and actually said out loud “Wait.  This doesn’t look familiar at all”.  I was watching the clock as I worked my way to a part of town that I knew, and realized that IF he did show up, and I wasn’t there when the plane came in that would be….awkward.  Luckily, I rolled in only a couple of minutes late, and he was just making his way to get his luggage.  I don’t really know how I could be confident in who I picked out from the crowd – especially when he was facing the other direction – but I did actually manage to pick him out.  His face is animated in just the right way to not make him intimidating but allowed me to read him fairly easily.

This makes a very, very weak statement about my romanticism, however, I don’t remember when we first kissed.  Most likely because the first day became pretty embroiled with passion and all jells together in a way that doesn’t allow one point to stand out.  What did stand out is the chemistry, the passion, and the….umm…tongue ring.  Yes, Emma is now a fan of this piercing.

Details are escaping me now as I type about it.  It really was only a bit over a week ago, but so much happened in that short period of time that it feels like a lifetime ago.

Eventually, I decided that I would put the tongue to a test.  I had him lick the boots – another cliché, yes, but one that gets me very aroused.  I didn’t tell him quite the detail that I tell everyone else.  I allowed him to touch them, for example, nor did I have him dry as he went.  Another victory for the pierced boy.  I always love my boots being licked, but with the tongue ring, it added a whole other dimension of pleasure.  Him, on his knees, occasionally looking up at me, and me studying him amongst my gasps and moments of ecstasy.  His tongue around my knees, ankles, and inner thighs were really what did the selling – and his attention to my indication that that would be the best focus spots.

I allowed him to prove the final point he needed to with his tongue.  And yes, ultimately, this is what sold me on the piercings validity.  But not just that.  I noticed something about him (which only added to my attraction to him).  He really loves going down on a woman and showed a great deal of skill and technique – which I assure you became quite utilized in his 8 day visit.

I wasn’t expecting any of that.   And one or two things happened which he really wasn’t expecting either.  For example – I ain’t so bad with my tongue either (minus the piercing – of course).

A great day one.

(I’ll be posting about each day individually for my own benefit)