Mr. Big Energy (Literally)
It seems my track record with nicknames for men continues, so let’s officially christen this one ‘Mr. Big’ And yes, I mean in all senses of the word. This man is walking around with a 22cm magic wand. No crazy tricks, no over-the-top moves – just the perfect combination of size, shape and that upward curve that seems to hit every single spot.
Let me set the scene: last night we went for another two rounds and in 2.5 hours, I hit the big O not once, not twice, but four times. FOUR. By the end, I had to tap out, which honestly felt like surrendering to some kind of sensual sorcery. His body – or maybe just his particular part – seems to hold a power I can’t quite explain.
But it wasn’t just the sex. There was something softer, quieter that caught me off guard. After all the action, it was the way he held me – fingers intertwined, my head resting on his chest. It’s been a while since I’ve felt that kind of closeness, and as someone who is single and lives alone (shoutout to my dog and my amazing friends and neighbours for keeping me sane), those moments of connection hit a little differently.
Loneliness isn’t something I dwell on often. During the day, I’m busy – working, running errands, living life. But at night, there’s a certain weight to climbing into bed alone, knowing there’s no one to wrap an arm around me or share that space. I don’t think I’m alone in feeling that way either.
Last night I got the sense he feels it too. He lives alone, and in the quiet moments between rounds, it felt like there was a kind of shared understanding. It felt good to be in that space together, even if it was temporary. I even started to drift off a little – the kind of safety that makes you relax in ways you didn’t know you needed.
For the record, I didn’t stay over. As tempting as it was, I wasn’t quite ready to let him hear all my weird sleep noises or deal with my post-sleep hair chaos. Some things are better left for another time.
For now, I’ll settle for the Big D and savouring that little bit of comfort – a reminder that sometimes, even fleeting moments of connection can be important to those of us who don’t feel it often.
And no, this doesn’t mean I’m falling for the guy (let’s be clear – dickmatized for sure, but not completely delusional; I’ve only seen the guy twice). It’s just nice to feel that small bit of connection with someone, even if it’s only for a little while.
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