Exes and O's

"...I love to think of you near me, your arms encompassing me, my head buried in your shoulder, catching the rhythm of your breathing and living for a few exquisite moments as one being- I said I was dreaming, darling, but I am so delightfully intoxicated, relishing such heavenly moments with you that I wish it to go on forever." - Olive Lewis

It's not like I didn't want to see Reuben for a week but I had my hands full trying to hit every museum and pub in London with David. You don't want me anymore? David asked as he stroked himself next to me in bed. I hesitated, I have loved David for a long time but our relationship has definitely changed. Add to that the fact that miei uomini have forbidden him and I knew it was a bad idea. You know, you can go see your new boyfriend if you really want, he teased me, I know you have a wedding to plan and children to make. I looked up from my mobile text screen. He called me "my love", I stammered... and smiled. Yep, David said, you're smitten. Am not, I countered but giggled when he poked me in the ribs. So what?! It's just a pash! Deniiimmm!!
Slight diversion here: David and I hit the Tate Modern so he could see Rothko and I wandered aimlessly until I saw something that, well I guess you could say touched me. I would recognize Zoe Leonard's work anywhere. After all, she was the high school girlfriend of my ex-fiance, Eddy. I was a total asshole to her while engaged to Eddy and it was based on jealousy. Here I was a clumsy kiddo and she was this amazing artist. I just found it obnoxious, damn it! But, my dears, there she is- presented in the Tate despite my malignity. Bitch.
So I had a lovely time showing David around and texted with Becks (we'll get to that) in the pauses. David seemed sad here and expressed some regret at my being out of reach for him now. I didn't really know what to do with that.
After David left, I polished myself up and went down to a pub to play pool (British-style: yellow and red balls, downsized) and waited for Reuben. He was late so I played with the hustlers for a bit. I am really rusty but they took pity on me. I was wearing my "I love my boyfriend" t-shirt with pinstripe trousers and a black and white tie. One of them asked if I meant my top. I said, yes I love every one of them! That started a stir. Reuben arrived and all I could think about was snogging him. We left the pool table and sat in two wing-backed chairs. This is like the wedding photos of Posh and Becks, he said, and I'm positive the comparison is not lost on the people in this pub. I was like, okay, though I have never felt all that posh. Well maybe occasionally. We spoke of philosophy for a bit until the tiny bartender rang a giant bell to signal out time. I took him home with me that night and we shagged beautifully. Passionate but not alternative like with the Trio- kinda refreshing. I said, next time I come to your house. It's not good enough for you, he explained, you are used to nice things... you like nice things. I was sad he thought that but also touched by his wistful expression. He was really caring and thinking about my comfort. Awwww...
I did end up going to his place the next night (yesterday) by train. It was confusing for me but, other than losing my only credit/debit card on the journey, painless. Reuben's mates waited for me in a pub near the station and took me to him. Nice chaps. I tried to explain Hungarian name days on the ride but fear I failed. We chatted with his many flatmates awhile and then headed up for the serious stuff. His room is really nice so I don't know where his hesitation came from. Strange. As he pulled a condom from the drawer, I thought to myself that a lost credit card was a small price. We fell asleep with the lights on- Reuben said he was afraid if he reached over me to turn it off, I might attack him again. Poor guy.
I woke up a little after 7am and snuggled back into him but couldn't settle down for more sleep. I just can't get enough of this guy. We had sex and then he went to make us tea (if you are giggling, don't worry- so am I). We talked quite a while and I got to see photos of his family and adventures (worm sushi, anyone? Might complement the feijoa vodka I just had for the first time since the earthiness of the worms might offset the flowery feijoa.). We laid in a pile of limbs and chatted until I got all excited again. I spent a lovely time down between his legs and tried to explain kundalini as it relates to yoga and tantra. The boy is seriously hung so the talking was minimal. Hehe... He likes this kind of talk but my brain goes offline at his nearness or voice. We were definitely on the edge (I was shaking for goodness' sake!) but I said we would wait this time. He pulled me to him and I scooted away, sitting in a ball- legs crossed for good measure. He came to me slowly and kissed me gently a few times. Gattina... he coaxed. My legs turned into wet noodles and I sighed. He pulled me into a recline and returned the oral favour in spades. OMG!!!! I came like ten times and then he rested against my tumms. Would you like a shower? He asked. I want you, I replied. In addition or in place of? He asked. Addition, I said. He brought himself up onto me, ready at my request (YES!!!). Ladies and gentlemen, that was a brilliant morning of frolicking! The teasing had made me into a lake and I have mentioned the ummm... cazzo of my guy. It's like I am helpless and forget that I am an accomplished rizza cazzi. When we shag, we look into each other's eyes and it is too freakin' much like making love for my comfort! We showered together and he washed and dried me like the principessa I am. We got cappuccino and he dropped me home. He blew me a kiss as I walked off.
Matteo will not like this when he gets back on the 5th and, for that matter, I don't think Cri is too pleased either (we have been talking again- more ex behaviour). I don't know what to do with that stuff but am considering not seeing Reuben again for my own protection.
BTW, he really liked his story, "Just Another Perfect Day"
My credit card situation is a nightmare and I canceled my run with a nice Dutchman to deal with it. Grrr... ATM actually ate my other bankcard and the bloody wind blew away my fags. There is an angry explosion face on Skype that expresses this well. It's funny though- I am in trouble and penniless (other than the $ David graciously W.U.'ed me) and I don't flippin' care. They really should market afterglow...