Surprise triggers - got one?

Aiaiai, dreadfully sorry for the absence... a whole month?! I'm ready now. I have a beer - my first in a week, to my surprise - some dried pineapple, and some quiet time RIGHT HERE!

So.

Here's what I want to talk about. Recently when fucking this terrific guy (ALL the best sentences start like that), who happened to not be Japanese, which is irrelevant but interesting and a milestone all in itself, I came across a little switch I really didn't know I had.

Distance and circumstances make the pairing an event that is a thing only of the past; rather a saddening thought. I suppose you'd call it a love affair if you wanted to get technical about it. Those of you who know me may well be sitting shocked at your computer with a frozen look on your face at my use of the L word.

Anyway.

There were three of us at all times but bedtime (the opposite of TBK) so once we got into our room in the evenings, us two were slightly beside ourselves. On this particular occasion, we managed to pull ourselves apart and throw some futons down (not getting tatami burn is wildly underrated) before the main event. I think that we knew if we just went at it like the craven pair we clearly are, it would all be over too sadly soon. So we tried to sort of slow it down a few times - a temporary measure at best, when your cock is so hard it's visibly throbbing, and your knickers are so wet they're translucent and clinging to the folds of your girl parts.

We dragged my jeans off while kissing and clutching at one another, and then, in an almost angry move, he pulled my knickers to one side and slid his cock in rather gently but firmly, while wrapping his hand around my breast and squeezing. I must have made a dazed sound (I could barely breathe, I was so turned on) because he looked at my face. Then, oh my god, he shushed me. He put his hand on my mouth and murmured, "Shhh," as he slid it down my throat and squeezed slightly. Forgive me if this all sounds twee and tame, but I was so hotted up by him, heavy, male, stubbled, lean-bodied, soft-mouthed handsome him, actually shushing me, that I came in great shudders from it.

And suddenly I had this completely random scenario pop into my head - he was my older brother's friend, who'd been flirtatiously explaining the intricacies of sex to me and went too far but had no intention of stopping. Holding my knickers to the side like he was just furthered it; I fancied that next he'd whisper some bullshit thing in my ear, like: "It's not real sex if we still have underwear on, don't worry," so that what he was doing - sliding his rock-hard cock in and out of me and keeping me quiet about it - would be confusing but continuable for now.

Later, much later, perhaps even the next morning in the dark early hours before we rose to leave, he murmured in a tortured, amazed, choked voice, "I have NEVER been sucked like that." Sometimes I repeat that to myself with a little smile when doing something bland; the dishes, vacuuming, hanging up washing outside in a patch of the brilliant morning sunlight that blurs into my house when I need it most.