I just spent some of the 3 most exciting days of my Life. I don't know if the most, but some of the most. Other instances that come ot mind are the Ecosol race, some other love affairs, such as the one with Andrea and SLT, the IMO/OIM trips, my Europe trips, and others. But they were certainly very significant. I visited Laura as a surprise gift for her on her birthday. Her birthday was yesterday, and today, April 6th, 2011, I am leaving Pittsburgh on an airplane, Southwest, heading back to Chicago, to where my dad and my mom and Pedro are, from where I will, in two days time, take another plane south to Guatemala, down to visit my family and friends over there. Rapid changes, lots of movement. Scrambling to find meaning and fulfillment in my life.
Laura is ... Laura. I love her. She is beautiful inside and outside and everywhere in between, and we have spent some super duper amazing days together. I surprised her on sunday by going to her parents' dinner. We ate paches. We cooked together again. I got her little gifts. We junked out her closet. We engaged in fervent, passionate, steaming sexual activities, to both our intense pleasures. The first night was intensely steamy and even educational - and I love her attitude towards sex. Passionate, and yet objective. Non-taboo. Like I want it to be, like I feel it should be. Compatible with me. It's amazing, awesome, and I love her.
Things we learned on this trip. We look for convenient parking spaces so hectically sometimes because of the regret factor. The theory that Min explained to me - that we humans do not usually base our decisions attempting to logically masximize out utility, but rather to minimize our potential regret. "I could very well park in this spet, 50 feet away, and walk only a bit to the house. But... what if there were a closer parking spot and I didn't see it before? I'd regret having parker in this relatively far away spot." It's all about comparison. We compare what is with what could be, and we cause ourselves woe.
Another thing - women genitalia possess more critical pleasure points that the fairly well-known clitoris, G-spot, and vagina walls. Some other spots are also intensely pleasurable, and Laura can make really high-pitched moans when these are hit appropriately. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... astounding. Delicious. Magical.
Her dad is reaaaaaaaaaaaaally uptight about... almost all things that people can be uptight about. And talks a lot. And knows a lot, too. But mostly talks a lot. But he's also really polite and nice and happy.
Let's see...
I talked to Ashley Valo on the phone
We had an almost-sex session that took her shirt off and mine, but which led to no further physical engagement (nakedness), but which was very fulfilling, I'd say, both at the physical and the emotional level. Oh man. She said she was looking at the color of my golden brown skin, and that she suddenly just felt this overwhelming affection and love for me, and she began kissing me. I was sitting down, she kissed me from above - our lips caressed each other's through an amazing, magical exchange of energies between us. We reached for each other, stretching our bodies, longing to approach each other further. I tried to pull her lower, so very slightly, but she resisted, so I came up to her, and our bodies became a fluid harmony of movement, caresses, love, and passion. It was wonderful. Truly wonderful. At one point I felt that taking her shirt off was the next step, although it didn't feel exactly quite right, but I still did, and I sensed her... not hesitation, but not the synchronization we had been feeling only moments ago. Her arms allowed me her dis-shirting, and I went ahead and removed my own myself. And there we were - chest-naked to each other, embracing and caressing our bodies, and suddenly we felt fine. I felt fulfilled. Well, also the trancey-style track from Jill Scott, Free (Epilogue) music stopped and we caught our breaths for a moment, and that was enough to allow us time to reconsider our process. We gradually, softly descended to a gentler feeling of our skin, and we suddenly felt fulfilled. Our bodies had an unspoken conversation of telling each other to take it easy, and so we did. And we felt fulfilled. And it was amazing. I loved it. She loved it. It was amazing.
Laura is ... Laura. I love her. She is beautiful inside and outside and everywhere in between, and we have spent some super duper amazing days together. I surprised her on sunday by going to her parents' dinner. We ate paches. We cooked together again. I got her little gifts. We junked out her closet. We engaged in fervent, passionate, steaming sexual activities, to both our intense pleasures. The first night was intensely steamy and even educational - and I love her attitude towards sex. Passionate, and yet objective. Non-taboo. Like I want it to be, like I feel it should be. Compatible with me. It's amazing, awesome, and I love her.
Things we learned on this trip. We look for convenient parking spaces so hectically sometimes because of the regret factor. The theory that Min explained to me - that we humans do not usually base our decisions attempting to logically masximize out utility, but rather to minimize our potential regret. "I could very well park in this spet, 50 feet away, and walk only a bit to the house. But... what if there were a closer parking spot and I didn't see it before? I'd regret having parker in this relatively far away spot." It's all about comparison. We compare what is with what could be, and we cause ourselves woe.
Another thing - women genitalia possess more critical pleasure points that the fairly well-known clitoris, G-spot, and vagina walls. Some other spots are also intensely pleasurable, and Laura can make really high-pitched moans when these are hit appropriately. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... astounding. Delicious. Magical.
Her dad is reaaaaaaaaaaaaally uptight about... almost all things that people can be uptight about. And talks a lot. And knows a lot, too. But mostly talks a lot. But he's also really polite and nice and happy.
Let's see...
I talked to Ashley Valo on the phone
We had an almost-sex session that took her shirt off and mine, but which led to no further physical engagement (nakedness), but which was very fulfilling, I'd say, both at the physical and the emotional level. Oh man. She said she was looking at the color of my golden brown skin, and that she suddenly just felt this overwhelming affection and love for me, and she began kissing me. I was sitting down, she kissed me from above - our lips caressed each other's through an amazing, magical exchange of energies between us. We reached for each other, stretching our bodies, longing to approach each other further. I tried to pull her lower, so very slightly, but she resisted, so I came up to her, and our bodies became a fluid harmony of movement, caresses, love, and passion. It was wonderful. Truly wonderful. At one point I felt that taking her shirt off was the next step, although it didn't feel exactly quite right, but I still did, and I sensed her... not hesitation, but not the synchronization we had been feeling only moments ago. Her arms allowed me her dis-shirting, and I went ahead and removed my own myself. And there we were - chest-naked to each other, embracing and caressing our bodies, and suddenly we felt fine. I felt fulfilled. Well, also the trancey-style track from Jill Scott, Free (Epilogue) music stopped and we caught our breaths for a moment, and that was enough to allow us time to reconsider our process. We gradually, softly descended to a gentler feeling of our skin, and we suddenly felt fulfilled. Our bodies had an unspoken conversation of telling each other to take it easy, and so we did. And we felt fulfilled. And it was amazing. I loved it. She loved it. It was amazing.
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