A sleeplessly perfect night.

In my next entry I will have to write about my list, as I have successfully crossed of webcam sex, with a friend, who was in fact the person I had in mind when I wrote that on my list. But before that, I want to write about a Kiwi boy.


So I went interstate for a while, with a few friends, just to get away. A week in another city was just what the doctor ordered. I'd been losing my head a little, and it helped to get away.

And of course, I have a story.

Ok, maybe two.

The first is short, and just an update, I suppose. I met with one of the guys I befriended (and "orgied") with when I was overseas earlier in the year. I slept with him, drunk, in the bottom bunk in a hostel room with three or four other people in there.

Not one of my finest moments.

And I had to escape out the fire exit the next day, because I couldn't be seen by anyone at the front desk seeing as I wasn't a guest at that particular hostel.

It was pretty hilarious, especially when housekeeping came in and my friend had left so it was just me and his roommates, and housekeeping was asking me all these questions about who was sleeping in which bed and what belonged to whom. I pretty much just nodded and shrugged while throwing on my clothes, then just bolted right down that fire escape!

Out of four nights spent away, only one of them was spent in my own bed.

The first night was spent at a long-lost friend's place, which was really lovely. The second night was the one described above. The third was in my bed, and it was so uncomfortable I swore not to sleep in it again!

Which leads me to the final night.
When I experienced something that I have never really felt before. In essence, a one-night-stand, but one that felt like so much more. I have never connected so deeply with someone in such a short amount of time. Not since I was with my ex, anyway. And never on this level.

I was lying on the couch in the common room, singing to the music playing in my headphones, and he struck up a conversation. He is from New Zealand, and had a gorgeously subtle accent that I found incredibly sexy. It was his first day in the city. We got talking for a while, and when I was about to head out to have dinner, he asked to give me his number. I said I'd give him mine, so we exchanged digits and I went out. I didn't really expect to hear from him, but he sent me a couple of texts throughout the night. It didn't end up looking like we would cross paths though, and I had resolved to sleeping on my lumpy mattress again, when I got a message at around 4:00am while I was still out. He said that he didn't feel like coming out to dance, but that if I felt like it I could have a beer in his room when I got back.

So just before 5:00 in the morning I met him in the common room of our hostel, and ended up in his room. He had a single room, just the one bed. It began with me sitting on the floor, and him on a stool, and we just started to talk. We instantly clicked and the conversation just flowed. I don't think either of us expected to get along so well, every now and then he'd smile and say he was having fun. We were both pleasantly surprised.

Eventually he went to the bathroom, so I relocated to his bed, and when he came back he sat next to me. We just kept talking, and eventually, completely organically and naturally, yet also out of the blue, he kissed me. He was a remarkable kisser, soft and gentle but passionate. Used his lips well, and knew exactly when to use what amount of tongue. It was a short kiss, and then we continued talking, almost as if nothing had happened.

I lay on his lap for a while as we talked, then turned back on to my stomach, and we began to kiss again. It was intimate and it was sensual, and I've never felt so comfortable with someone so quickly. He took his time with me as we slowly explored one another's bodies, discovering what the other likes. He slowly undressed me, which was a big turn-on. It has been a while since a man was taken the time to study my body as he takes off my clothes, often I am asked to take them off myself, or they are just ripped off in the heat of the moment. But this was different. He let me undress him too, which I found a huge turn-on, it's so much sexier when I have control of when my man's clothes come off, and also not to have the pressure of a man stripping himself down when he pleases- it felt good that he left how much clothing he was wearing completely up to me.

He had a great body, and a smile that could light up the darkest night. We laughed and kissed and had sex that was on a whole new level from anything I have experienced to this day. Those of you who have read my blog for a while know that I am not necessarily the romantic type, and I like a good, hard, raw, senseless fucking.

But this was gentle. I mean, it was rough, in its own way, and I asked him to spank me, to which he responded slightly hesitantly but then really seemed to have fun with it, which was great. But all of it just seemed to be about being in one another's company and enjoying each other's body and presence.

There was one point where we simply lay in each other's arms, face to face, eyes closed with lips touching, just feeling each other's breath. It was incredibly intense.

We didn't sleep at all that night, and by 10:00am I had to go check out of the hostel. He asked me to come back, which surprised me, because I'm not used to being wanted the morning after a one-night stand. I told him this, and he told me, with a hint of pleasant surprise in his voice, that he actually liked me. When I came back he was asleep, so I went out with my friend to get some breakfast and walk about the city one last time.

I got back at 12:30pm and he was still asleep. I felt bad waking him, so I just told him I would get my jacket from his room and leave. He looked at me, perplexed, and asked why I would leave. Again, I told him I didn't want to stay floating around and annoy him, and he simply moved over in the bed and told me he wanted a nap-buddy.

We didn't nap though, just talked and laughed and told stories and listened to music and had sex and kissed and held hands and spooned. It was 3:00pm by the time we emerged from that room, and I left for the airport an hour later, having been awake for 29 hours.

I got home, and I cried- partly because I was so exhausted, and partly because I was shaken by the experience- something so perfect, and so extremely rare. I was convinced that I would never hear from him again, nor ever find a connection as strong and beautiful.

Of course, the next morning I awoke to a text message from him, and laughed at how I had over-reacted. We have been in touch every now and then, and I did in fact ask him to consider coming to Melbourne sometime to spend a weekend with me. He said that maybe in a couple of months when he has settled into his new job he might make it down this way.

Part of me says maybe I should just let it remain an unblemished memory, but I do truly hope to see him again someday. I believe that what we experienced was very real, and even if nothing works out in the future, I would like to know that we had a chance to try and discover whether there really is something there, or whether our little affair was just a beautiful side effect of a holiday drenched in intoxicated passion and raw human energy- pure and true for that one night.