Posts Tagged ‘kissing’
by hannah
August 27th, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 7)
CHAPTER 7: FRIDAY NIGHT CUTS.
It’s Friday night, and all over Los Angeles people are getting ready to go out: some, on a hot date; some, to a hot club; others, to Blockbluster. I’m at Chopper’s hair salon about to get my hair cut, hoping it will help inspire a hot date—one of these Friday nights.
Ben is washing my hair. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since he left the bouquet on my doorstep. “I loved the flowers.”
Ben smiles and keeps massaging my head.
“We should hang out again sometime.”
Ben continues smiling and nods. And then he straddles my reclined body, his hands continuing to rub tingling conditioner into my hair…
by hannah
August 23rd, 2007
Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (Chapter 3)
CHAPTER 3: THE AGONY OF ECSTASY.
I am bent over grabbing one ankle. The Yoga Instructor is coaching us to breathe deeply so that we can form our bodies into perfect triangles. But what we’re all really doing is checking out The Yoga Instructor. The Yoga Instructor has long blond hair, a perfectly chiseled body, and a hip-hugging sarong tied around his waist. He reminds me of the men who adorned the romance novels I used to find in my mother’s bedside table.
“If done correctly, this pose will remove tension from your lower back and your mind,” he says, gliding around the room.
It may also cause my head to explode from checking out his biceps while inverted.
by hannah
May 18th, 2005
On our fourth date, we had sex.
He drove into town, and I picked him up at his parent’s house. We took a drive down the coast and stopped in for a drink and a snack at some restaurant where we shared a lounge chair and did a lot of kissing.
The sex was so passioante. It wasn’t fucking or just sex, it tore into my soul.
But Metal Guy lives in L.A. and I’m in San Diego for now. And he’s not financially stable. Although maybe all that doesn’t really matter.
