One thing that was glaring at me during my dinner date with David is that I simply could never "date" another man. I could totally see myself having tremendous feeling for the guy. Problem is this: I love women too much. I just know in my heart of hearts that I would miss the touch of a woman, the feel of her skin, the softness of holding a woman. It really didn't take long for me to come to this conclusion, and I always feel that honesty is the best route. David and I spoke of this same thing, I expressed my feelings, and he was thankful for my willingness to examine my feelings and not allow him to become hurt. I feel that David and I have set the footwork to become to best of friends as time goes by.

Friends that, oh by the way, might play around a little from time to time.

:-)

Needless to say, the "date" night was not without it's sexual exploits. Later in the night David started coming on to me and I gently pushed him off, saying "remember our talk?" David simply laughed and said "listen, doll...I'm one guy that knows how to have fun in the sack without falling in love...now take off your pants!"

The sex with David is actually amazing. The man has the softest lips and I don't know what the heck he does with his hands...but they are as soft as a baby's bottom. We kissed, rubbed, stroked. I don't know what he eats, but his penis doesn't go down. Lord knows I tried...I started to get tired!

Turns out that David is a gat man that loves to play with woman's breasts. He told me that I would be surprised at home many gay guys can't get enough of women's chests. He has a friend that he wants me to meet - apparently they are each other's play things. Problem for her is that it doesn't go past kissing and David playing with her breasts. He told her about me, she invited me along for the ride. So, that's going to be my night tonight.

I feel so used. I love it.