Another Past Lover
This was a Burning Man hook-up from 2005. We have not seen each other since then and have not even emailed each other since 2006. Yet she emailed me today...
I am thinking that I have called to these women psychically by writing the "25 Things About My Sexuality" posts. I referenced this woman in #8. And also indirectly in #18. I think this is what called her back into my life in some cosmic way, and it has nothing to do with any current involvement. Strange nonetheless.
Here is her out of the blue email in it's entirety:
"How's that big giant dick of yours."
"My dick is just fine, thanks for asking. It appreciates your compliment, but misses your attention.
I'm not sure if it's really that big, but I'm too busy fucking to care. It's mine and I love it. I'm not sure that a woman can really trust a man that doesn't love his cock.
Real women measure cock size by presence, by pressure, by purpose... that rigid purpose of creating an event and pushing you to a depth beyond yourself. Focused, alert and on a mission to penetrate you to the core of your being.
That's my cock. A monument of desire. A weapon of ass seduction.
Now only if you were here on all fours, ass in the air, like a good girl."
Anyway, the conversation kinda devolved after that. She said I was "fucking with" her. I told her that I wasn't fucking with her, but I would fuck her, happily. I invited her to Texas and told her I would take care of everything once she got here. Then she pretend to be offended because I was obviously "toying" with her. I stressed my sincerity: Multiple orgasms or your money back. Then she confessed to not being able to afford the ticket, still insisting that I was toying with her for getting her wet and worked up.