I wrote those words when I was ten years old. Since then it has been published in various publications, from anthologies to legal journals. In reflecting about the year that draws to a close, and the one that is to begin; one can’t help but reflect, rewind if you will.
When I think of the fog that creeps in, eventually blocking our view. I think of the slow process it involves before engulfing us in a cloud inpenetrable by our eyes. Suddenly we can’t see what’s in front of us, or behind us. We can’t recognize in which direction we need to go.
How true this is in the reality of life. Our biggest obstacles creep into our lives ever so slowly, unrecognizable, undetectable, under the radar; until it is too late to see passed it. All we can do is wait for it to pass over, like fog, creeping back out or simply disappearing into thin air just as swiftly as it appeared.
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It all started with an ill fated move across the country to be with P. I thought that he was my soul mate and the love I had been looking for all of my life. Well, it didn’t quite work out that way and I was devastated. We lived together in a one bedroom apt and neither of us had a lot of money, so moving was out of the question at that time. We tried to remain friendly, and, of course, we were still having sex. After a few months, I started seeing other people (stories about them to come later!). He started seeing other people as well.
Let me give you a little background on P. P is my cousin’s best friend. And so is D. D, P and my cousin have known each other since middle school (friends for over 20 years). P is a musician. He is also in a rap group. D is married with 3 children and my cousin just broke up with his girlfriend. He has 2 children. Me, I’m single and childless!
Back in August, P had a show. We had been broken up for about 7 months (3 months not having sex) at this time. My cousin was going to give me a ride to the show and P was supposed to give me a ride back to our house. P had just started seeing this girl and I think that it was more serious then he let on. I come home from work to find D giving P a haircut before the show. P says, “D is gonna give you a ride home”. Needless to say, I was pissed! D didn’t mind, so I just said ok and went with it. They both left. I called my cousin and told him the situation. He tells me that he’s running late and he’s gonna call D and see if he can come pick me up, too. Well, alrighty then! Everyone’s pushing me off on D. I call one of my girlfriend’s from home and ask her, “How bad would it be if I fucked P’s best friend?” Just joking, of course. But, even still, I was horny as hell and I kind of wanted to see how far I could get with him. It didn’t take long to find out.
D came to pick me up and I apologized to him for everyone dumping me off on him. He said, “No need to apologize! What guy wouldn’t want to walk in with a beautiful girl?” I knew right then, I had him. I just had to play my cards right. Throughout the night, he would come over and check on me (I was selling merchandise for the group) and we’d talk a bit and then he’d go back to dancing.
The end of the night came and we were both a little tipsy. As we made our way back home, I turned the conversation towards sex mentioning that it had been a long time since I’d had any. He said that was too bad and he was sure that there were plenty of guys that would love to have sex with me. And there are. But, I don’t want random guys. My body count is high enough as it is (I went through a “phase” in my early 20s, lol). I told him I was just looking for one guy to have sex with, not necessarily a relationship. As we approached downtown, he mentioned that he had a key to his bosses office that’s in one of the office towers. I might’ve mentioned that I’ve had sex in bosses office before and if he ever had the opportunity to do it, he should. He made a quick turn and next thing you know, we were on the 12th floor sneaking into his bosses office!
The place was deserted. He made small talk, showing me things about his program… I wasn’t really listening.I don’t remember who mentioned it first, but somehow we started talking about why we were there. Then came the “you know, no one can find out about this, P would be pissed and my wife would kill us both…” blah, blah, blah. I reassured him that this was not my first time dealing with a married man and I knew how to keep my mouth shut. That was all he needed to hear. His mouth was on mine in no time. There was no awkward, try to figure out how you kiss, moment, either. Are kissing styles are very complimentary. Best kisser I’ve been with in years. His hands roamed all over my body, stopping only on my breasts. He couldn’t get enough, so off came my shirt and bra. His mouth immediately covered my nipples sending shivers all through my body. I took his shirt off and went for his belt buckle. Soon, we were both butt naked on the floor in his boss’s office. He used his tongue to explore every part of my body and I was on fire! When he went down and started to perform orally, it was all over. I was trying my best to stay quiet, but my vocal chords were betraying me. Then, he was ready to go to work. He laid on top of me and did his best to work his penis inside (it had been a long time, remember…). Once it was inside, we both exhaled and he put it on me for the next 5 minutes. He did not last long. I think the excitement of being in the boss’s office, plus cheating on his wife, plus me being his best friend’s ex, was all too much for him. I don’t blame him, though. It’s happened to the best of them. The good thing is, I had orgasmed about 3 or 4 times from the oral sex, so I was ok.
We cleaned up, got back in the car and made our way to my house. His wife had called at least 5 times during our escapade, so he had to come up with his reason for not answering. He dropped me off and we made plans to meet again… More to come later!
There is a calendar out there for everybody. Here are some of the handsome and genuine gents of the very cool Nice Jewish Guys calendar, which I stumbled on via the hilarious blog dealbreaker on the tumblr (Dave Horowitz, one of the hosts, is Mr. November).
The calendar, which includes both Jewish and secular holidays, features 12 “nice Jewish guys”, or, as [calendar creator Adam]Cohen puts it: “guys who are non-threatening, nice to a fault, trustworthy and just very normal-looking”.
According to Mr Cohen, each picture tells a story. “There is the main ‘hero’ picture for each guy and then three smaller ‘action’ ones — these guys are flexing everything they got, which isn’t much but you still have to love them.” (“Adam Cohen creates a calendar.” Krieger, Candace. Nov. 18, 2009. The Jewish Chronicle online edition.)
By no intent of mine, because there’s virtually no way of predicting cutness v. uncutness, but instead by some weird confluence of fateful events outside my control, it’s been years since I’ve been with someone uncircumcised. I’m not officially throwing down for either of the sides of that debate because I guess they both have their merit or whatever, but we can all agree that variety is the spice of life and I guess what I am really saying is that if you stumbled on this by egosurfing, and you are a Nice Jewish Boy, especially one of the ones in the calendar, like, you can drop a line. That would be okay.
Portions of the proceeds from calendar sales go to Mazon: A Jewish Response to Hunger, so when you’re buying for yourself, think about picking up an extra for a friend!
Isn’t it crazy, that when you’re absolutely gagging for it and (probably) more than a little bit drunk…DAMN you put them moves down good…
Now, I’m not a particular fan of ‘girl on top’, it makes me feel, well, kind of…ergh and a little nervous. The angles all wrong, it’s clumsy, thrusts take a while to become all rhyth-matic, and the whole situation is uncomfortable and completely un-sexy.
So why, just when I’m nearly a reborn virgin, and I’ve clearly got rather friendly with tequila, I become like this girl on top – goddess.
I’m pushing him down, ripping off his clothes, taking down my pants – rather sexily I might add, (despite the fact that five minutes ago I couldn’t even stand without swaying) and riding it like it’s a fucking bronco.
From what I remember of the passion, it was pretty good, and my performance – some of my best work. Compliments to me… I’d say, especially since my one night partner, wasn’t such a one-nighter after all.
And I introduce Indie Guy…
Already somewhat of an acquaintance, tequila aided our apparently blossoming friendship. I’m not sure how this story goes, but it’s something like this.
So, Indie Guy I haven’t had any sexy in a while. Fancy it?
Alright, just kidding, I remember him being somewhat gentleman-ly.
But you’ll regret it…
Believe me, no I won’t.
Wham. Bam. Thank you Mam.
I arose the next morning feeling rather pleased with myself, it (the performance) went well, and knowing that Indie Guy was a bit of a stud I presumed this was it. A night of illicit passion.
It was rather strange waking up with someone, I knew little of. Having the conversation we probably should have uttered pre bone.
Where you from?
Your, how old?! Oh.
What you studying?
He left a few hours after we woke up, we spoke the next day via facebook chat, something we had never previously communicated on. I passed it off as him being polite really.
Until two nights later where we drunkenly bumped into each other, he kissed me, took my phone number, and kissed me again. It was all very public and rather passionate too.
He began to show a real interest in me, and invited me round a few days later, for some reason I didn’t go, I think mainly I didn’t want to end up having sober sex and admitting in some way that I liked him – through sobriety.
Although Indie Guy and I have had many drunken meetings, one in fact where I think he was sober, and a couple where we’ve actually just fell asleep all cuddly (we’ve become all cuddly!).
I’m still not really sure what Indie Guy wants from me.
Or if I want anything from him.
And for now, have we just become unspoken fuck buddies…?
Sometimes people decide to start at the beginning, but that won’t work because the first eighteen years of my life were fairly uneventful. This blog, which a friend suggested I create, is about love, relationships, sex, and my quest to find the one. Before eighteen, I had not experienced love or relationships, and it wasn’t until I was twenty that I experienced sex. After twenty, after the “first time”, sex and I got well-acquainted. And as far as finding the one, I don’t know when that will happen (if it ever does). I’m twenty-eight years old. The last ten years have been full (and sometimes quite empty) of love, relationships, sex, and a whole lot more.
This is my last day of work before Chrimble. I’ll be in Roman land, which should be a bit of a laugh as today was the day that the Romano-Britons celebrated Saturnalia, which was their equivalent. They would bring greenery indoors, decorate with pretty lights and give each other gifts. What does that sound like? Some cynics have suggested that the Christians simple appropriated Saturnalia to sway the largely unbelieving population that Christianity wasn’t all doom and martyrs on sticks. However, there is a Christian counter-theory (isn’t there always?) it argues that while the Biblay makes absolutely NO mention of Dec 25th being of any import whatsoever it does mention the date 25th March as being when the Angel visited Mary to say that God had…you know…knocked her up. If you work forward nine months voila!
With the whole “I am your God! Oh, by the way you’re pregnant.” Does that make Yahweh our first absentee dad of record? I mean, he’s all powerful but couldn’t even swing the poor buggers a room in even the shadiest of Bethlehemian Holiday Inns? Not cool dude, not cool.
Anyway, enough religious rilings lets enjoy the festivities!
Oh, I won’t be blogging again until the 28th now so enjoy.
