From his words…..

In her posts, “Interstate Date“, Ms. Jade James has already provided you with her perspective of some of our time together. After reading her recollections and re-living many of the moments in my mind, I thought that it might be interesting for her (for whom I am writing this) to know what I saw and felt, both physically and emotionally during that time. In real life, I am a painfully shy individual, however I will take full advantage of the freedoms provided by blogging and Twitter anonymity to publicly share my thoughts with her.

In the last month, friends and acquaintances have asked me for details on Twitter, but being old-fashioned I do not kiss and tell.  I advised the inquisitive individuals to wait for Jade to blog about it because I would defer to her discretion as to what was to be revealed. I never thought that I would write something like this, but our interlude was a very special occasion for me thus I promised Jade that I would put forth the effort to put virtual pen to virtual paper as time allowed. I am compelled to warn you that I am not a blogger so please forgive some creative and grammatical transgressions that I may commit.

I discovered the “cute 23 year old lesbian” (my initial perception of @SweetCandy_15, which we still laugh about) on Twitter last spring. We started like all Twitter acquaintances with occasional Tweets and replies. However, the more we tweeted, the more I liked. I found her to be witty, sincere, charming, and very intelligent. All the intangibles aside, I also found her Twitter avs to be painfully cute and was amazed at how they coincided with her persona.

While the whole meeting was memorable, I will pick up at the “morning after”, this was a highlight for Jade as she’s described previously in her ‘Cunn-ing Exxxploration‘ post.

I am a morning person I always have been. Regardless of the prior night’s activities I am usually awake to greet the sunrise.  This morning was no different.  After hours of conversations, laughter, the locking of eyes, casual touching, and incredibly intimate and pleasurable physical activity, we decided that it was time to take a break and get some sleep at about 2:00 in the morning. We knew we had several more hours to enjoy each other’s company the following day.  One of the fantasies we shared was falling asleep in each other’s arms after hours of passionate lovemaking.

As daylight crept into the suite, defeating the purpose of the room darkening drapes, I looked down at Ms. James as she was nestled in the crook of my arm, her head resting on my chest. During the last several months, we had fantasized virtually, joked hopefully, discussed intimately and finally planned thoroughly our rendezvous. It had now come to be. It was worth the wait.

In my wildest dreams never would have imagined waking to the sight of Jade’s post shower chocolate brown curls resting on my chest…never! She, I, we were products of Twitter, the harmless virtual adult playground (as it is used by our individual and shared communities).  People on Twitter share emotions that run the gamut…raucous laughs, deepest intimacies, extreme sexuality, darkest pains, but most of it is cloaked behind the protective shield of anonymity. It is a place where we can be the person we can’t or won’t let ourselves be in real life. Here we can be the person that is longing to come out, to speak out, and to share himself or herself.  For whatever reason that person is not revealed to family, friends, or lovers. Twitter is a little back room, where only the person at the other end of the broadband cable knows “@me” and usually only “@me”. Until noon yesterday, there was always a separation of my universes. Real life was real life and fantasy was to never become reality. That separation is now and forever gone. I learned to trust someone and she trusted me.

Jade had difficulty sleeping the night before due to some muscle pain. After reflecting in bed for a good while, I untangled our bodies as stealthily as possible in order to let her continue her well-deserved sleep. I showered, dressed and walked to the pharmacy to get some Tylenol for her. It was early and a peaceful time in the city…it was also brisk…actually it was colder than hell.

When I returned to the suite, I sat on the couch with my mandatory cup(s) of coffee and the newspaper.  I read an article about the dilemma the Canadian government was facing regarding assimilation policies for native tribes. As I finished the article, the heavy wood door to the bedroom tantalizing slid open and Jade emerged, freshly showered, wrapped in the luxurious hotel robe, her damp curls straining to hold their natural form framed her beautiful face and luminous smile. “Magnificent” was the sole word that I could come up with.

She grabbed her coffee and sat next to me on the couch.  We chatted about nothing for a while.  The conversation eventually turned to the article I had read. This was up Jade’s alley as she deals with this type of issue at work. Well, needless to say, Jade went on in glorious and interesting detail about the history, the issues, and potential policy options. I was mesmerized by her knowledge of the subject and her ability to effectively communicate her thoughts. I love intelligent women…and she is a “10″.

As I sat there sharing ideas and thoughts I became unconsciously (but obviously) aroused by both her intellect and form. Her legs were girlishly tucked under her, her fingers twirling the curly strands of brunette silk, oh, there was also the fact that the robe had loosened its death grip and her perky breasts were exposed just enough to provide a tantalizing glimpse of her perfect goblet shaped orbs.

I knew that I was losing focus and the conversation slipped from a dialogue to a monologue. I was aching to be with her again. I had to hear her, to feel her, to taste her…now.

As Ms. James explained in her posts, for whatever reason, she has not been with lovers that have performed cunilingus on her and has never been brought to an orgasm orally. Call it immature if you wish, but I desperately wanted to be the one to share that experience with her.

I knew this was the moment; the atmosphere created by the intellectual discussion and the sight of her innocently sitting on the couch was overwhelming. I leaned into her without speaking and slid my left hand along the side of her face. My thumb moved lightly across her velvety smooth cheek and the tips of my fingers reached around the back of her neck…gaining unspoken yet undeniable control of the situation. She didn’t resist as I pulled her forward ever so slightly, our heads moving in harmony. Her head dipped to the right deeper into the palm of my hand…literally and figuratively. The prelude to the kiss was the well choreographed dance that passionate lovers share.  Our lips met (I still recall the sensation of her freshly applied gloss) and our tongues began yet another passionate tango complete with moaning and gentle lip biting. I wanted more of her, so I hesitantly pulled away to begin kissing along her jaw line back to her ear. As soon as I took her sensitive lobe between my teeth a soft gasp filled my ear. I gently and playfully nibbled at her lobe and ear…listening to her breathing change.

I grabbed a handful of jade’s locks and pulled her head down toward her opposite shoulder with a loving, yet authoritative, force. I took a moment to drink in her offering. Her neck was gracefully sculpted as if carved by a court sculptor in Greece’s halcyon days. I wanted to extend the moment, to let Jade’s anticipation of what was to ensue build to a simmering need. After what was probably a short period of time, but seemed interminable to me, I lowered my lips to her goose-bumped flesh.   My lips lightly kissed her ivory skin, but it was the light nibbling and the occasional light, tongue traced infinity symbols that created more goose bumps (the infinity symbol is something I never told Jade about until she read the draft).

Jade’s hand came to the back of my neck forcing my mouth down to her delicious skin. She was definitely encouraging more attention to her sensitive neck and shoulder. Her grasp made it appear as though she never wanted my attention to wander from her neck.

But I had just begun…