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A personal Boston best...with photographic evidence....
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A personal Boston best...with photographic evidence.... When I lived in Boston there was a woman I used to flirt with on occasion. She had an open reputation and was very fun. There are certain personalities that command attention and people will be drawn to them in a social situation. Both of us knew and had heard of each other several times before our first meeting. M was a gorgeous blond with no inhibitions. You might say her only inhibition was being inhibited. A sure way to turn her off was to be self conscious and possessive. When we met it was black powder and match sticks. After arranging a first date situation I made an evening plan. We met at her house with my hand behind my back. She told me how traditionally sweet of me and I could tell that if I had only brought flowers that it would set the wrong sub role for her and be disappointing. She was a powerful woman and commanded a different flavor than vanilla. What won her attention was in the center of the flowers was a well hidden riding crop. As I followed her upstairs she found the crop, spun around, and kissed me against the wall. I knew you'd get me she laughed. Off to Mantra, a setting of elegance and culinary delight. At this point I invite you to google Boston/Matra and let the music of the site put you in the atmosphere and take a look at it yourself. It was quiet that night and as we proceeded to imbibe ourselves for the slow upward building of sexual tensions that would bring even the waiters into the equation. Our laughs were heard above the other tables and our demeanor was attracting all of the envious eyes of the men seated with their partners. Our waiter offered us more drinks and without missing a beat M asked what else he would be offering and with a quick flick of her wrist showed a little of her thigh high. The waiter proceeded to probe and replied with anything you have. He was testing the wrong person and she looked him straight in the eye and without any doubt or sense of untruthfulness, said she may have to take him home too. Our university student waiter flustered, realizing this was no bluff or seemingly innocent flirting. From that point on our waiters rotated all night and they seemed to congregate at the nearest station taking quick glances when they could. M disappeared with my camera to the bathroom only to return with a plethora of photos of her fingers delving into all of her sweet spots. I swear I could smell her scent and it caught my primitive senses. I am a pretty cool customer and usually don't even get physically stiff unless my clothes come off but her scent got me aroused. As our original waiter returned with our food, she placed the camera, left on the display setting, in the center of the table with one of her more sultry shots in the bathroom. She looked at me and winked flush with the waiter's interested embarrassment. Through our meal our hands wandered and toes probed each other under the table. At one point I almost thought she was going to slip under the table for a more personal experience. M knows how far to push the boundaries and in this instance we would have gone too far for our fellow diners. We held the attention our audience but we did not force ably make ourselves their captors. As we dove into our desert the waiter asked if we were serious about taking him home but in an effectual yet subtle "cock block" I looked at him straight in the eye and said, if you play with her you have to play with me on my baseball field too. She went right along with it and mentioned what a great pitcher I was and she promised with emphasis on pitcher. Intelligence and cleverness in a woman is such a turn on because of the mental chess you can enjoy. Black and White can be very enjoyable but if you understand the complexity and intertwining colours of abstract art, you can only intensify your appreciation and enjoyment of art. In this same way if you appreciate social engagement, to interact with such a colorful person is a joy in itself. On the way to a nightclub we had to cross the Boston Commons. In the center there is an obelisk where I leaned her against and kissed. I spun her around an lifted her skirt. I could not get my pants open fast enough. I slowly slid in and our simultaneous vocal exhales emerged. This is around 11pm and there are many people walking around the Commons and not so far out of sight and there were glances of disbelief to the majority of completely unaware people. Losing our cool at some people that were now stopping and wondering to themselves "Are they doing what I think they are doing?" we moved behind a substation of the Park Rangers. The building had a frosted glass and with the lights from the interior you could see the Ranger's silhouettes. I positioned her behind one of the Park Ranger cars and went down on her for a short time and then re-entered her from behind as she leaned over the car. Surely we would need some photographic evidence to support out exploits. This was just an appetizer and we moved to the nightclub. The place which I forget the name was in the theater district and a short walk from the Commons. The dance floor was well populated with undulating but oblivious bodies. In social situations, there is a preconceived expectation of what you will encounter and this leads to many overlook what may be blatantly seen in other situations. Her hands were in my pants as we were lost in the crowd and my fingers occasionally went into her skirt. When you really kiss a person, you could be in a crowd of thousands but when you close your eyes and kiss, it can be as if it is only the you two. Lifestylers, swingers, and liberal people have a radar that allows us to find each other. As the catty girls moved away the seductive people moved toward our direction. It doesn't happen instantly in a crowd of this size, it happens gradually. Within an hour one of newly befriended couples were touching us as well as each other. At one point she was down in the crowd giving her friend and 10 second lick on the dance floor. The beauty of such a crowd is that no one outside a 2 foot radius can see this happening. We wanted to enjoy each other tonight. This was out night. We headed for a taxi and off to Cambridge we rode. With mad sex and frenzied passion we tore apart her apartment. I am not an S&M person but they way she enjoyed posing with the riding crop led me to believe there were things for her to discover in the future. The next week I happened upon an embroidery shop. I had two black polo shirts drawn up with a Boston Police logo and the words encircling them "Mounted Park Ranger" Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil....tell no lies... This is no work of fiction.... Look at the comments.... |
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The Crop
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the shirt of which two were made and to this day occasionally we still wear even though we are far apart.
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Park Ranger Car
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