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Still Waters Run Deep  

wincardium 61F  
68 posts
8/4/2019 1:07 am
Still Waters Run Deep


Still Waters Run Deep

Another chapter from the ongoing annals of why I continue to love FriendFinder-x.

No fuss. No muss. Let’s meet and I get decide if I want fuck you. Or sometimes, I meet and fuck.

Last night was from the chapter of let’s meet and I get decide.

An popped up in my inbox. Very cordial and respectful from someone was coming to NYC on business and would I be interested in meeting a drink. We exchanged and chatted/texted before agreeing meet. I liked him right away.

Fast forward to Friday. I’m off on Fridays from work during the summer, which is an amazing and wonderful thing. I had collected some school supplies for a local drive, but I had to retrieve them on Friday and get them a drop-off. I was eager to meet Still Waters but I had take care of this errand first. On a whim, I asked him if he would be interested in meeting me at the supplies place and me them off at the place. I figured it would be a good chance for us talk and get to know each other. To my complete surprise, he agreed. Why wouldn’t a grown man get into the car of strange woman in a strange city? What’s the worst could happen?

I run into traffic but manage to get to the place and text him as much. He’s already there as it turns out, and is walking towards me carrying bags of supplies. We both smile as we approach each other. He puts the bags into my trunk and we hug, a bit awkwardly. And he gets into my car and we take off.

British. Oh, how I love and adore those British accents. Still Waters is from the UK. The accents make me weak in the knees. We talk about the work brings him to NYC while I drive like a New York taxi driver through the streets of the city on a Friday afternoon. He’s very polite, funny, and laid back. I decide I like him. But the question hangs in the air: do I like him enough fuck?

We get the supplies to the drop-off, I drive to a parking garage across the street from his hotel, and we find ourselves in a bar across the street. I’m genuinely touched Still Waters agreed to me with my errands. “Anything for the ,” he says to me. When I ask him about being concerned about getting into a strange car with a strange woman, he tells me he could tell my text messages I wasn’t a lunatic. “And anyway,” he said, “if you were a real nutter I could have just jumped out of the car at a red light.” Indeed.

We talk about the Bohemian Rhapsody movie over an early dinner and his work, which takes him all over the globe. I ask him if there is a place he would like to visit he never has and he said, “Buenos Aires.” Hmmm. Just as dinner was winding down, one of his work colleagues spies him from the bar and decides to sit down with us. Why, I have no idea. The next thing I know we’re now sitting near the bar with another work colleague of his and the four of us are drinking. Well, they’re drinking. I’ve had two beers and knew I was driving home so I was finished for the night. I say to Still Waters, “I think I’m going to go now”. I know he’s in town for a few days and I figure we might meet again before he leaves. “No,” he says me. “Stay.” I do as I’m told. There’s a mischievous look in his eyes.

We leave the bar and make our way to the hotel where he’s staying. A very nice room. The hotel where I had had an encounter with another travelling business guy just a few months earlier. (See Blog Entry “#60”.) He hooks up his music to the Bluetooth and we get in bed. I’m a little nervous, which is unusual. I sense Still Waters is as well. The sun is setting on another summer evening in New York City so the room is in half shadows. We begin to kiss. Hungrily. I can still feel his 5 o’clock shadow rubbing against my face. The kissing goes on for what feels like hours. We change positions, legs are clinging to each other, my lips are nearly swollen from so much attention.

He pulls the spaghetti strap of my camisole down, eager get into my bra and set my 40M – M as in magnificent – breasts free. He wrestles from the bra and immediately begins attacking my breasts, my nipples already swollen. He cups breast in hand and greedily sucks on my nipple. The music, originally a distraction, now takes me away. I recognize Lisa Stansfield’s “All Around the World” and Sade. Who is this man? Lisa Stansfield AND Sade? WTF?

Ah, Sade. Sade makes me want sit on my sofa with a glass of wine and bawl my eyes . All her songs are about heartache and heartbreak. And here I lay, with this lovely man, legs and body intertwined, the hotel room now in darkness, and I try not cry. Almost a year to the day, I saw, for the last time at it turned out, someone I had met here on FriendFinder-x. Another sweet man, but this time with the potential to be…extraordinary. Now don’t get me wrong. I adore FriendFinder-x. I have met some wonderful men and had, for the most part, an amazing time. But this man, the one got away, might have been different. I’ll never know because just as we had made plans for me to visit him, I was stood up. And ghosted. Never to be seen or heard from again, just like Ichabod Crane. Nevertheless, it’s been a difficult year.

But here I lie, in this Times Square hotel, with Still Waters between my legs and me trying not to cry. I came three times with Still Waters. The last time I came so hard I nearly passed out . Sade and tears be damned.

HAMONMAN 64M
13128 posts
8/4/2019 1:46 am


amused704 60M
36 posts
8/4/2019 4:12 am

Very well written, I love to read someone's musings when they have flair and style.


newsubby101 54M
141 posts
8/4/2019 4:26 am

Loved it ,aiI really like how you write ,the depth and passion you cant help but feel it.


jajo696 113F
4287 posts
8/4/2019 4:48 am

I am struck by your loss....and so very sorry for it. Its rare when we find someone who has the potential to be..." extraordinary ". I understand and can appreciate such loss ~~


hornyoldman711 76M
54 posts
8/4/2019 4:54 am

Great post


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