A naughty Christmas
Let’s face it; no one wants to be alone for the holidays. For reasons unknown, however, I’ve always found myself single at Christmas time. Except for sweet 2015! I had no idea where it would lead when I accepted an invitation from a romantic prospect to holiday with him in Quebec City. I was over the moon excited! There was nothing I wanted more than to spend Christmas in the company of a man who sent shivers down my spine. A man, with whom I shared a burning, yet unexplored sexual chemistry!
Two weeks after he issued the invite, we were off to a new city. My friend, I’ll call him Julian for the purposes of this article, seemed to go out of his way to shed his toughguy persona and was the perfect gentleman all the way to our hotel. We drove a total of eight hours on Christmas Day to get there, with just one pit stop at his house where we overnighted before continuing on our way to Quebec City. Believe it or not, we were both too tired to think of anything to do other than dinner. The next morning I was up at the first glimmer of light. Fighting the urge to climb on top of him for an early morning romp, I picked up a pillow and whacked him with it in the head.
“This is no time to sleep!” I announced matter-of-factly. “This is our Christmas road trip vacation . . . our first vacation together!”
Truth be told, travelling to a place even colder than the North American city we were used to didn’t sound like much of a vacation, but thoughts of the fireworks in our immediate future had me rearing to go. I knew exactly how I wanted our weekend to unfold, the things I wanted to do to him, and him to me . . . I wanted to savor those thoughts, not rush things.
The morning of our trip I let him go back to sleep twice while I sipped on Campari and orange juice for breakfast. I had him his own glass the minute he was finally awake.
“You’re not playing any games with this vacation,” he laughed tentatively taking his first sip. “What is this stuff?”
“Campari,” I smiled, bouncing up and down on our bed like some toddler gone wild. “A Looshan tradition.” Minutes later, I said “Ok, now let’s get this party on the road!”
My excitement did not fade once we got to our destination. For the three days and two nights we explored the city together, went out to dinner, and found our way to the hotel’s private Jacuzzi. There we made out to the point of no return. On our second night he pulled out all the stops. Bubbly in a bubbly bath (I remember thinking), an intimate Christmas gift exchange, and then the most sensual back massage imaginable. After that he lit some candles, refilled my champagne glass, and got his playlist going. You didn’t have to be a mind reader to know where we were headed next.
What a time to take my foot off the gas pedal. We’d waited forever for this moment of alone time, and now it was here . . . Suddenly questions were somersaulting inside my head, one on top of the other: What if all the waiting proved fruitless? What if my expectations proved too high? What if he turned out to be lousy in bed? As if he’d read my thoughts and didn’t want to hear them expressed, he gently placed a forefinger on my lips, while his other hand continued to explore my body.
For a change my story has a happy ending. Suffice it to say that night he owned me under the sheets. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced! Despite my worst fears, he was everything I dreamed a man might be. I learned there was no need to be in control with a man who knew just what it took to take a woman, mentally and physically, to places she never knew existed. I knew at last what it really meant to let go. Small wonder that I’m praying that line about lightning never striking twice in the same place is a bunch of baloney. What’s more I take this opportunity to wish you this Christmas the same as I wish myself!