Yesterday morning, the only male co-worker in my office that I find attractive came in to show me pictures of his trip to Vegas. He is tall, oh so tall, about 6'3" or so I am guessing, broad shouldered, and just so damn good looking. As he stood there towering over me, I had two thoughts...one, that I had on a top which revealed a little cleavage and that I wondered and hoped he was staring at my breasts as he flipped through his pictures for me, and two, how incredibly deep his voice is. It was so deep that I could literally feel it vibrating through my body. I wanted to shove him up against the wall and fuck him silly,but I didn't. I do have some modicum of restraint and common decency.
This got me thinking though about how I wish I could find just the right partner to invite into mine and Jay's bedroom. My hot Englishman is rarely ever in town these days. I have another friend with whom I enjoy hot, illicit conversations which will probably never be more than that due to his life circumstaces and geographical location. I procrastinate on doing any work to find myself this desired playmate due to how arduous and difficult a task it seems. I want more than just a discussion of body parts, preferred sexual positions and surface conversation. I want a playmate who I also like as a person. I want a playmate who recognizes me as more than just the sum of my parts. I want someone who can fuck my mind as well or better than my body. I also want someone who won't become too emotionally attached, and will respect my boundaries. I want a lot,I know. He exists, I know, I just have to spend the time and energy required to find him.