Fisting

I called in sick on Friday so Chuck and I could drive down to Virginia Beach and look at a boat we saw for sale. Neither of us are in the market for a boat. Actually, we're both looking to buy more houses, but this was a reasonably priced 50 foot sailboat, so we at least wanted to take a look.

Holy shit, the boat was huge. It has more space than my house. It has two bedrooms, two full bathrooms, a gigantic main salon (living room), and a long kitchen with a stove, fridge, and probably twice the storage as my house. There is also an engine room and a crew cabin with two bunks. The couch folds into a queen bed, so this thing sleeps eight in comfort. But get this, there is a chrome pole in the center of the main cabin to support the deck above. I walked into the room and was like "Chuck, there's a fucking stripper pole in here!". He looked at the pole, looked at me, and said "We just bought a boat, huh?".

The down side is that it's been neglected for two years and needs a lot of TLC. The other bitch is that the boat is 160 miles from Annapolis (where we would keep it) and we'd have to sail this sucker up there in January in order to be able to afford a dock, which is not ideal given the weather this time of year. It's a "blue water" boat, which means you can easily cross the Atlantic on it, but the only reason we want this boat is to party on it. We put in an offer Friday night, and the owners said they will get back to us by Wednesday. Can you imagine the antics that will take place on this boat if we get it! I might as well put my name on the donor list for a new liver now.

I met Bear out for drinks Saturday night on the Hill. We went out early, around 7pm, and had a couple of beers. I was driving Bear to her house after and she said "Let's go to your house." I wasn't much in the mood for a sleepover, but what the hell, it had been a few weeks since I got laid. We were in my bedroom fooling around and Bear said "Put your fingers in me". I put two fingers in her and she said "More". I put two more fingers in her and she said "More!" again. I obviously only had one more left on that hand, so I put my thumb in her too. She was going crazy as I worked my hand into her up to my last knuckles. I had never fisted a girl before, so I was very curious. I was also a little concerned. I was afraid I was going to hurt her, but her screaming was making it very clear that she liked it. I tried to get my whole hand inside her, I just didn't see how it is possible. I know that a baby's head can fit through there, but my God, how we don't all have football-shaped heads is a mystery to me. In the end I gave up on fisting her and we fucked like crazy for the next 45 minutes. It was pretty hot.

Poonani sent me a text yesterday afternoon asking if I wanted to get together. I don't know if it was the weather, or her, or what, but I just did not want to go out. She was persistent so I gave in and we met in Chinatown to watch a movie. I didn't want this to be too much like a date so I told Poonani I was going to Metro to the theater and asked her to meet me there, which she did.

After the movie we grabbed a bite to eat at Asian Spice (awful, I don't recommend). When we finished dinner I walked with Poonani to the Metro and she said "It's early, what else can we do?". I wanted to go home and crawl into bed...alone, but Poonani had other plans. She said "Let's play darts", so off to Rocket Bar we went. Yes, back to Rocket Bar. Someone really needs to check the air quality in there, it can't be healthy. After the second game of darts I said "Well, it's a school night, we better get going." Poonani took the hint and we walked to the Metro together. When we got to the point where we had to split to go to our respective lines Poonani leaned in for a kiss. I gave her a peck on the lips, but she grabbed me by the arms and pulled me in. I was standing bolt upright as we kissed in the middle of the Metro station. I was very uncomfortable about the whole thing. I don't like PDA, and certainly not in the filthy Metro. I cut it short and made a dash for my train (which I missed and had to wait 15 minutes for the next one).

I know I'm just procrastinating and that eventually we will need to have the "what are we" talk. Fuck I hate that conversation. The only glimmer of hope is that we haven't had sex yet, so I think it alleviates a few degrees of tension.

I haven't called Beads yet, I may give her a call tonight. I'm going to suggest we meet up for drinks and see where it goes from there.