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  Wed 21st August 2013

Kim's been here for a couple of days; that is, of chronological time, which was both physically and psychically longer, since one never really sleeps properly --given the refreshments-- and the intense, pleasurable closeness of our time together.

We went to Morecambe and ran around on the beach and along the jetties and boulders, photographing each other amongst the various statuary on the prom, wandered around the formal gardens awash with turned-up colour, and formed a mutually protective closeness when we shrank from the rough boys. I noticed how men looked at her, and me.

The evening partly consisted of a conversation in which she said things which sometimes burned with the effect only her words can give, about how I conduct myself in relation to others, my moral and financial conduct--my life, really. As I lay next to her that night, my overcrowded mind was teeming with what she had said, occasionally frightened with its enormity. I don't want to summarise what she said here since I'd have to reduce it to generalities; suffice to say she has set in course, today, this morning, a new and practical change in all of the important aspects of my life.

The following day, both of us tacitly wanting to return to a more frolicsome way of being together, we went up to the park for some more silly photography, draping ourselves around trees and over rocks as Desdemona, Sisyphus and others. Watching the busy wind-shook trembling of a tree and the mutations of the sky. A strangely shaped horse ambled about ignobly in a field.


As quickly as I became close to Kim after meeting her four years ago, I understood that it was not to be a sexual relationship. Once this is demonstrated to me, I have an ability to turn my sexual response to that woman off, however attractive physically she might be. Kim, who is very attractive, is classifed thus.

This visit, I have never seen Kim looking so sexily well-dressed. When she went to Morecambe, she wore a tight black and white dress that curved round her figure in a way I could have just stared at for hours (yet without doing anything to alter the category to which she is allocated). As she got off the train, her arse curved in a paradaisical visual moment that is imprinted in my mind. In one of the many junk shops, she spotted a crude plastic pair of "busts", as their label said, of some stereotyped Roman figures, and asked me to photograph her as she pushed her tits out towards the figures.

In bed on our last night, my heart was pounding--half tachycardia, half something else. I turned away from her and almost said "I can't sleep in the same bed with you any more Kim; something's changed." I thought of the impossible effort of setting the sofa up in the living room.

A little later, I heard and felt her delicious wet, rapid movement of her hand and the quilt. It was exciting, secret yet shared, and I slowly shifted in the bed, hoping to indicate my awareness of what she was doing under a guise. Slowed by the synthetic cathinones, it took a gorgeously long time. After over two hours, it suddenly happened; I was forced to abandoning the pretence of secrecy, and I came and came with a shuddering orgasm that went on for ages, shaking uncontrollably with four years of affection and everything I feel towards Kim, expressed in this new way. Everything was understood silently; in the morning, it wasn't, and will never be, mentioned.

11 comments

For years, I had a girl who was just a friend (as opposed to a girlfriend). She was astonishingly beautiful. Men were constantly hounding her. I felt no sexual chemistry with her whatsoever. We went on vacation together to the Bahamas and were roommates for a spell, all with not a hit of passion between us. Then, one evening, after years of friendship I was sitting across the dinner table from her and I was gobsmacked. I wanted her. That was the end of the friendship. Pfft. Just like that.

Your posts are more interesting than 90% of the crap that’s out there.

Wed 21st August 2013 @ 21:37
Comment from: [Member]

I’m a little worried about that happening myself, although I think it’ll be OK. I know what you’re talking about. I’ve been introduced to girls where you don’t really register anything about them at first then all of a sudden, at an unpredictable time later, something they say or do makes a switch goes off in your head and you suddenly find them attractive. When that happens, it’s almost depressing, realising the work ahead. I can’t be arsed with the whole performance of it any more.

Kim is expert at making clear the boundaries early on. I don’t think what happened transgressed those limits. And besides, she’s totally straightforward and would have said something by now.

Thank you for the second bit. I just write about what happens to me.

Wed 21st August 2013 @ 22:13
Comment from: [Member]

Update: I certainly haven’t fucked anything up with Kim. A couple of dead nice emails from her have arrived.

Thu 22nd August 2013 @ 10:29
Comment from: [Member]

there is something so delicate about close, non-sexual relationships. i’ve had that ’switch’ moment. i’ve also had it go the other way - where i’ve been drooly-hot for some man and then catch a glimpse of him fiddling with his car keys, or trying to figure out a cross-word puzzle and can almost hear the audible ‘pop’ of “What was i thinking?” as it all goes away…

this is a very sweet post…

Thu 22nd August 2013 @ 11:28
Comment from: [Member]

I’ve had the reverse switch too. Always a slight let down. And thanks. I always look forward to spending time with Kim but this time has been special.

Thu 22nd August 2013 @ 12:19
Comment from: Chef Files [Visitor]

Men and women cannot usually just be natural friends in my opinion. Sex rears its very important head alongside your erection and bang goes the friendship, pardon the pun.

Take the delicious daisyfae for instance, hotter than hell itself, more sex appeal than you can shake a stick at, but I value her friendship very highly indeed. Would I risk our platonic friendship for a night of scorching passion?

The answer is…

Fri 23rd August 2013 @ 19:27

I’m frightened to say anything that might spoil the sweet delicacy of the sublime moment.

Oh yes, I knew there was something.

I just hope you were wearing a condom.

Sat 24th August 2013 @ 09:44
Comment from: [Member]

Welcome CF. Yes, I’ve gathered that daisyfae is someone you’d like to take :)

I’m not so sure about the impossibility of being platonic friends–I’ve managed it with several women for many years. I don’t think even now that Kim and I’s non-sexual relationship has changed (although I realise some people might think that masturbating together in bed does stretch the definition of “non-sexual” a bit).

TSB: No, but what me and Kim got up to didn’t involve actual physical contact.

Sat 24th August 2013 @ 10:23

No, but what me and Kim got up to didn’t involve actual physical contact.

WHY?

Tue 27th August 2013 @ 11:44
Comment from: [Member]

Because that’s how it happened naturally. The more I talk about it the odder it sounds–but it just happened, with us both doing a bit of DIY, but knowing we were both doing the same thing. It was BRILLIANT, and I’m sorry for the capitals, but it was fucking fantastic, one of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had, partly because of the sexual side of it and partly because it felt so intense because I like her so much and it was an expression of that.

OTOH, actual me on/in/under etc. Kim sex is a step too far and would cross the boundaries of which we are both aware and enjoy respecting.

Tue 27th August 2013 @ 11:53
Comment from: Tony [Visitor]

Cathinones had to look that one up!!

Sun 1st September 2013 @ 18:31


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