Come on…
You know I had to see what Taylor had to offer.
When I told my friends that I slept with him they all wanted to know, “What was it like to sleep with a white man!”
Well…
That shit was off the chain!
I’ll be honest though, I don’t think it had much to do with his skin color. That dude is just sexy as hell and he knows what he is doing. It wasn’t much different from being with a Black man, except he had blonde hair all over his body.
“Ughhh!” one of my friends said. “I can’t believe you did that!”
“Umm, close your mouth, it was not what you would expect.”
First of all, that myth that all white dudes have small ~you know whats~? Child please! Taylor was packing just as much if not MORE than the average Black man that I’ve experienced. The best thing about him was…he knew what to do with it.
The last guy I met who was packing like that was the most boring dude I’ve ever been with in bed. He had absolutely no skills and I was so upset with him for wasting my time.
It’s crazy but…when I was doing it with him, it wasn’t about his skin, my past or anything other than he and I trying our best to please each other. He does all the things I like (with precision) and for the first time in a long time, I experienced the fullness of having my body be appreciated.
He kissed me often, which I don’t find that most men do. They’re so caught up in bustin one that they forget to do things like kiss you on the lips while they’re hitting it from behind or rub your body and tell you how sexy you are. I remember him saying, “You look so good…Look at that..” It gave me chills.
And oh yes…I got mine. Three times.
Please don’t throw away my Black card but when I was with him, I felt sexier than Beyonce. I felt like my body was being adored by him. I did a few extra tricks just to show off and honey, he deserved it. He gave me so much in return.
I had a great time with him and I wish that we could do it again..It’s not about his skin, it’s about HIM being HIM and giving me what I’ve been needing for quite a while.
But you know me. I’m the same Ms. Tee. Issues maybe?
Being intimate with any man is like sitting at the top of a slide and pushing off…there’s nowhere to go but down…
Taylor and I have not spoken to or seen each other since then. I won’t call. He hasn’t called. I’ll call it a stand-off.
I missed him for a minute, remembering that I kinda liked getting to know him and hearing about his hippie adventures. Man..secks sure does ruin things. I had hoped that he and I could be friends but I can’t seem to be friends with a man that I’m attracted to especially when I find out that he’s attracted to me…
I got a long lecture from Tamara about it on my birthday.
“Tee! You can’t keep doing this! I know you liked him. I’m tired of seeing you hurting like this. You have to give men a chance to know who you are before you sleep with them and you have to know them. You have to stop this or you’re always gonna keep getting the same thing.”
She’s right.
I’m doing this to myself.
Or am I?
Is it possible that I could meet a man who loves expressing himself sexually like I do and would appreciate that part of who I am along with loving all of my other traits?
Do I really have to change and be on some 3 month rule?
I don’t know..but I’m kinda tired of fast beginnings and even faster endings… I’d really like to see what else happens after the first week. LOL!
I’m laughing but…not really…