Thank you for treating me like the baddest princess in the whole world.
It sounds cheesy, I know. And trust me, I wasn’t looking for anyone at my first rave, but when you asked me to dance, I was so happy to be found by you. Even though I at first was timid, as soon as you stood behind me and wrapped me in your arms, things felt right. It was you, me, and the music of the night.
Those songs that played as we danced for hours will forever glow with your warmth and pleasure. We swayed in sync with the beats of the bass and of our tweaked out hearts. I don’t think anything has ever felt so nice as you interlacing your fingers with mine. I loved when we danced just as much as swaying and being held by you. How did you make me feel so sexy and so small at the same time?
Is this just the drugs or do we have real chemistry?
My heart tells me you’re something special because we really vibed, not just using each other for physical comfort. To say there was an emotional connection might be too much, but what I do know is you gave me such tender attention, a kind I’ve never received before. There was something glowing in your eyes, electric in your hands. Even as we were leaving the arena, you asked me about my studies, interests, and goals, and to speak as humans topped off my night by making the connection personal in addition to physical. And then you opened up about yourself, your emotions, and your family, and maybe that was the drugs talking too, but that all felt so real. I know I loved every minute I spent with you, but I’m not sure if I like you as you or if I like the drugged out version of us.
Where does the serotonin end and the emotions really begin?
You texted me 3 hours after we said goodnight asking me out to breakfast. How could I say no when I wanted to see you so badly? You picked me up in your car wearing a good outfit and smelling even better. After treating me to breakfast, you took up my hand again and again and led me to your San Diego. I had been to San Diego with my friends before, but this city looked brand new with you. Never did the ocean smell so mysterious nor the red lights feel so long. We arrived at a viewpoint overlooking the city, but all I wanted to look at was you, and I think the feeling was mutual as you drew me in with your eyes and parted lips. I’ve never felt so hypnotized by someone’s eyes before.
You saw through my shyness straight to my desires and didn’t hesitate in giving me the treatment I deserved. You choked me tighter, spanked me harder, and fucked me rougher than I’ve ever been before yet everything felt so natural. It’s like I came to San Diego just to spend those moments with you. Your body, skin, and gaze were intoxicating and I don’t think anyone will be able to top that sex for awhile. I remember saying to you in the middle of everything, “You’re a trip.” and it’s entirely true. From the initial point of contact, to the rising actions, to the steady build and momentous climax, I could not have imagined a better day spent.
At the end, when you dropped me off, you gave me that same look of tenderness and pulled me in for a kiss. That was goodbye, but still nothing felt like finite. Each kiss led into the next one, into the next word and smile, into my departure. You’re so skilled in flowing. I love that about you, that you feel the vibe and chase after it with full confidence. I think that’s why I said yes to everything you suggested. I’m usually a leader, but damn, you made me want to follow you almost anywhere. As you overtook me with your agile fingers and seductive words, I felt myself surrender to you, a total stranger who felt completely like a home I’d never known before. Never once was I scared with you. Whatever I said or asked felt valued, safe, and cute. Where I didn’t know, you knew, and where I slowed, you paced. Everything that I could’ve wanted to happen this weekend did, and it’s mostly because of you. From letting me wear your button-up after the show, to buying me breakfast the next morning, and texting me after I get back to reality, everything I wanted was satisfied, and that’s such a rare occurrence. You were tender at the rave, smooth with your dancing, smart with your words, polite at breakfast, dominant in sex, and so perfectly dirty in your treatment of the most special babygirl. Somehow, you satisfied all my needs with style and swiftness. Needs I didn’t all know I had.
Ah, I would drive four hours down to San Diego just for the sex alone. And be willing to pay $150 again to relieve LED. But there’s no amount I could ever put on the experiences you gave me in our short time together. As an English major, I fell in love with J.K. Rowling’s quote that “words… are the most inexhaustible source of magic we have” but now I not so convinced. You have me enchanted, and maybe it’s only for now, or maybe a few days, but I know this crazy thing we have and the things you made and still make me feel can’t be anything other than magic. Call me naive, call me stupid, call me high. You made my heart feel like it’s on fire, and if that’s not magic then I don’t know what the hell is.
I never had an outline of the “perfect day” but now if someone asked me what one looked like, you can bet your ass I’d say it was the 24 hours between Saturday, May 26 and Sunday, May 27, 2018.
My perfect day was you.