Flower Dress

Y'all know the drill.

In other news-
I feel like it's time that I give at least something of a general update as of the happenings over the past few months.

Anyway, up until very recently I've been working like crazy, which contributed to the lack of posts made to this site. Aside from that I've been trying to enjoy myself as much as I can with going out, meeting people, making new friends, and generally trying to live somewhat of a normal life.
Now that I'm coming back to the scene I find myself less excited about masking and dressing than I was in the past, however, if you've followed this site long enough, you know that I cycle in and out of interest with rubber and masking. So I'm guessing that this is just a low point to be followed by a high one.

The closest thing I have to a fetish related experience in the past few months was when I was dating a girl from Philly a couple months back.
We hung out a few times and I couldn't entirely gauge whether she liked me or not. I found her quite attractive, but not much else. That's not to say she's unintelligent or boring, but that I only really felt as though we clicked on a physical level. Around our fourth *date* she suggested we go back to my place to watch a movie.
I agreed.

I put the DVD into the player and she turned off the lights, I realized that it had been a while since I've actually been on dates with anyone or had to consider if, when, and how to cross that physical barrier between platonic and romantic.

About twenty minutes into the movie she made it reasonably obvious what her intentions were when she started a relentless tickle assault. I knew how this would end, and for whatever reason the predictability of the action made me lose some interest in her..
We started kissing all while trying to awkwardly position ourselves on my tiny worn couch. She asked if I had a bed, I silently gestured toward my room.

::and to quickly put all of this into context, I normally only kiss and fool around with people I've known for at least a few weeks, and I definitely don't take things any further than that until a month or two into an established relationship. That is to say, I'm something of a prude, but that's just how it's been with me::

As we laid down I consciously thought, "where is this going tonight?" I had no answer for myself at the time. We continued kissing, she began undressing me, which made me a little uncomfortable, then as she reached my belt buckle I was prepared to stop it all, given that I felt as though I didn't know her all that well. Before I could voice a complaint, she was already neck deep in.. me. Sorry, I don't want to be too graphic here =P

One thing led to another and we were having sex, my mind basically switched to animal mode and I found myself lost in the moment, before I knew it I was twitching and groaning to a climax as she pulled me in deeper and deeper with the heels of her feet.

Afterward, I quickly jumped off her as though nothing had happened. I put my clothes on and organized her garments into a neat pile at the foot of the bed. She slowly sat up, as though expecting some additional affection, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just allowed things to move far too quickly.

The first few minutes of the ride home were awkward at best, we sat silently across from one another while she caressed my free hand. I couldn't bring myself to make conversation being lost in thought; why did I just let that happen? do I like this person? do I want a relationship with this person? if I don't know the answers to these questions, why did I sleep with her?

I eventually shook myself from the stupor and was able to be civil again. I dropped her off at home, she kissed me good night and that was the end of that day..

There is more to tell, but that will have to be for another night since it's nearly 4am. Gosh!