Are you ready for part two of my debaucheries with D, the *d..

Are you ready for part two of my debaucheries with D, the *dishwasher repairman*? My diary entries shown here didn’t quite say it all, so here’s a bit more... * cue porn music * We met for drinks at a great patio bar in east Austin, not too far from his place. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I wanted to look good and feel smooth. I did an excessive amount of shaving, exfoliating, threw on a cute summer dress (you know, to look like I wasn't trying) and prepared for a sultry hang out in the balmy summer evening. He arrived, all smiles and upbeat energy. He told me his history, and my impression of his age of 27 years transformed as I listened, my respect for him growing more with every word. Something about him made me feel hopeful. I don't mean to say that I had any expectations of what would happen between us, just that the conversation bounced the energy back to me and each time I felt perkier than I did before seeing him. In a world full of draining distractions and psychic vampires, what a rare treat to feel energized by someone! He invited me back to his place. Almost the moment we walked through the front door, he came straight up to me and kissed me powerfully. His style was strong, intense, passionate. My body snapped to attention and we became a flurry of vigorous *consent* to the power of one hundred. What's the English word for that? Zealous? All-consuming. Or maybe just YES. Fucking FINALLY. MORE, MORE, MORE. It was the first day of my period and I bled all over his mattress. I felt terrible and looked around to no avail for an oxi stain remover laundry spray... until I realized that, oh yeah, mature or not, he's still a guy in his twenties. He laughed, flipped over the mattress, and pulled me into the shower. My makeup washed away and in the full bright white of the bathroom light, we saw each other. Moments of insecurity being naked with this beautiful man couldn't take root. There was far too much frenetic movement between our bodies to doubt any of it for very long. Under the hot streaming water, we came to a glorious finale and let's just say... I've got a taste for D now. (to be continued...)