First Date

Sonya Caprikado SHOP

The door opened and as he turned towards me our eyes locked; lust at first sight.

Even more handsome in person, the electricity between us made my breath catch in my throat. As we sat across from each other at dinner and I began to see who he is as a human being, I was taken aback.

We are in a city that neither of us live in, yet both pass through regularly enough… I genuinely thought this would be one night of lusty fun, but the more he shared, the more intrigued I grew. What was happening!?

As we stood on my front doorstep the next morning, our lips locked, tongues hungry, unable to pull away, I knew he felt it too. My pussy was dripping, begging for more even though I’d had four orgasms just hours earlier. The smell of his sweat and the feel of his skin burned into my memory, to be played on repeat. Just as I’d asked he woke me with his tongue between my legs. The softness of the hotel sheets engulfed us as I lay breathless, head on his chest unable to tear myself away. Not only had he taken me to one of my favorite restaurants, but he had made the fortuitous decision to also book himself a room at the right hotel.

The cold winter air stung my bare legs as I walked through the front door and the whisper that came from the universe moments before we had met now reappeared, bringing a smile to my heart.

"You’ll either never see him again or he’s the one," the words echoed in my post sex haze and I craved more of him, but not just physically. I have no idea what mother-nature means by 'the one', but I'm excited to find out.

Now, weeks later and two phone dates in, I sit in Costa Rica, sipping sparkling water while watching the sunset after an hour of virtual sex; my heart is calm and quiet. I am not in a hurry. With two weeks until we will be together again physically, I’ll savor the moments leading up to that just as I will the moments we are together.

What comes next is the most unclear, yet I’m excited to find out. His quiet strength, connection to himself and understanding of the world are charming and endearing. I want to know more.

Let’s call him Mr. Wilderness.

Actions But Also Words

Paul Volage SHOP

"Cigarettes and monogamy are deal breakers," my long nails clicked as I typed this into the description field of my dating profile. Still uncomfortable with labels, this at least felt more authentic and genuine to who I am and the type of relationship I am seeking. After all 'deep connection and hot sex' may attract the wrong people.

It had been less than a month since Hugh and I met. After our second date, which happened to be the night before I left Montréal for the winter, we decided to stay in touch and see what grows; grow indeed we did.

Weekly FaceTimes, sexy texts and deep insightful emails strengthened our bond. Remote, yet flirtatious lunchtime orgasms kept things spicy, but long distance is always tough on physical intimacy, most especially when you're in your home town and staying with family. With 2 weeks before I departed for warmer weather it couldn't hurt to see what else the universe had in store for me sexually.

Boom. Match, poly man. And again, match, another hot young-ish polyamorous man. Basically the second one was my age.. but we all know I have an old-man fetish, so let's leave it that he is young. I met the first one for a date in a nondescript coffee shop where we were the only two there, unless you count the barista. After ordering coffee, which neither of us has much interest in drinking, we took a seat by the ever-classy electric fireplace. His hand grazed my knee as he told me how beautiful and sexy he found me. The feeling was mutual and I could see he was as hungry to devour me. With nothing on underneath my navy satin skirt I guided his hand to feel how wet I was as I leaned in to kiss him. He got me close with his fingers and then got on his knees in the middle of the coffee shop and ate me until I came.

He was fun, but based on the fact that he and his wife are not open about being poly within their circle, I knew it would just be a lusty encounter and didn't have any intentions of seeing him again. Hot sex? Check. Deep connection? Hell no. Next!

Young-ish poly man was freshly married and had only been open with his wife for the last 6 weeks. After chatting further, with a healthy dose of flirtatious texts thrown in for good measure, it became clear that they are in a very experimental phase of their relationship. As I am not a science project nor looking to be in their social experiment, I'm clearly running my own here, I had to pass. NEXT! (Too bad though, he was pretty cute.)

I was done with all the back and forth messages from boys and toys. Later that week when I matched with a sexy and charming man from up north and he asked me to dinner I happily accepted, knowing a night of fun with a handsome stranger would not take away anything from what Hugh and I have been building.

There is a hotel in my hometown where I have spent many nights locked up in their most glamorous of suites having multiple orgasms with multiple partners. It's dark and sexy and each of the rooms are different; if you've ever stayed at The Hotel Fort Garry, you can take pleasure knowing that I've probably cum all over your sheets. Don't worry their laundry service is topnotch.

When this handsome stranger, and would be dinner date, told me he normally stays in a hotel when he visits, I knew even before meeting him that if he was the kind of man that would book to stay at the Hotel Fort Garry there was exactly a 0% chance that he'd be sleeping there alone. Until Saturday...