What the fuck did I do?

For any of you in the know, here's a question. Exclusive or play the field?  I know I'm already playing the field to some extent, but what I mean is when you find a girl who hits all the right spots, do you devote your time/money to her or do you keep on trying new flavours (stick with me; I'm talking of milkshake like Kelis does)?  It seems to me that new experiences are good (obviously...duh), but more so they prevent one getting too attached (defeats the purpose...might as well have an affair then, because it would be a lot cheaper).  But devoting time/effort/money on one girl means that you get to know her and her likes and a chemistry builds to make the moments warmer. 

The GEG is a grower.  No question that she's exquisite.  As soft and sweet as a peach, as beautiful as a summer rose.  She has the body that God had in mind when he created woman.  Our first meeting was great, but I felt she was holding back.  Second time was much more relaxed and I definitely could have held the effortless embrace for hours, days even.  If I hadn't seen her that Saturday I'd not have had the courage for the overnight.  But I'd intended to see F, but the timing was wrong.  Fate is a funny old thing because now the GEG is top of my list.  Which brings us back to the question at the top.  What do you think? 

Just in case you were wondering, it's ironic, not conceited.  Actually it came from the journey with the GEG; we were talking about Prince and favourite songs and Sexy MF came on just at the point she said I should find a new online alias.  Not that we chose it, but later I thought it seemed fitting.  Other key listening would be Cream and Gett Off, but my favourite Prince has to be Sign O' The Times.

Check this out:

If you recognise the title then you're the same age as me, or have the same mind that turns anything anyone says into a song lyric or a movie quote...now name the A side.

I'm seeing the Green Eyed Goddess on Friday. The one with the 11/10 bum and the prettiest (albeit extremely myopic, I now know, which explains how she puts up with me) eyes.

Yesterday's encounter is still swirling around my head.  I think too much.  Everyone says so. Me most of all. Me and Nurse R fucked before we spoke.  Who's to say that's the wrong way round.  I'm so conventional.  Well I'm sure that's how the world sees me.  I'm sure that's how the girls see me.  He's the nice one.  The one you can trust.  Sweet, not dangerous.  The good guy.  Hmm, define good.  Oh don't bother, it's all relative.  It's not like anyone dies.  And if no one knows then no one gets hurt (he says, but does that really work as a justification?).  And then it's back to the office to play at being a grown up.  Back to the monochrome reality away from pink lingerie and green eyes.  My dreams are all in technicolour Agent Provocateur cinemascope.  If they all knew what would they think, but then what would I think if someone else was playing like me.  Bloody relieved probably. 

The door opened to reveal another new experience.  I'd asked for a pick me up and what I got was my latex nurse in red.  Black straight hair, piercing eyes and a Class A (as in very addictive) body.  A kiss and a shower later and I was tied up and naked with R doing things with strawberries that meant they weren't all I was eating.  Meanwhile she was nibbling and licking more savoury treats.  As she mounted me with her head at my feet we rocked the bed such that its creaks drowned out my ever louder moans (almost).  Then we talked.  A common love of foreign films and Monica Bellucci in particular cemented a bond. And then the hour was gone.  Home for tea and toast.

On my way to get some lunch a girl in a black mack with boyfriend in tow smiles at me. A small almost imperceptible smile (he certainly didn't see it). It was so quick I didn't even have the chance to respond in kind. And as I carried on walking I asked myself, do I know her? Have I been naked with her and I simply don't recognise her with her clothes on? Is that why her smile seemed like instinctive recognition rather than a considered gesture? Oh my God what am I like that I now don't remember all the girls I've fucked these last two years? This is not good. But then I remembered; she's the girl who serves me coffee in Starbucks. That's okay then! Mind you, it isn't really, is it? I mean I know I've recorded their names (aliases actually), but would I really recognise them all if I saw them in the street. Probably not. But then how many people that I've not slept with would I recognise. It's not the encounter I don't remember; I've always been bad with faces. Rest easy.

I drop her off an hour later at the railway station. On the way there we talk star signs, emotional intelligence and laser eye surgery. I kiss her goodbye and watch that oh so perfect bum sway into the distance as she disappears into the station without turning back.

For the first time I paid for an overnight; away from home. "I" is beautiful: she's 24, very curvy, long long brown hair and beautiful green eyes. She's shy, yet confident about her impact on men. She truly has the most beautiful body. We stayed in a small country guest house. Probably shocked the life out of them (the men couldn't keep their eyes off her at dinner). As soon as we arrived it was clothes off, eyes down for a quick fuck. I came almost as soon as I entered her...she's almost too gorgeous! After showers, dinner and coffee we were at it again. Tongues, limbs, sweat all intermingled. She sucked me, I ate her, and doggy style I came again...her pussy grips so tight it's like she cuts off the circulation in my cock. I awoke early (5 ish) and just looked at her. In my dreams we stay in that bed with the white linen for a lifetime and I watch her chest rise and fall as she sleeps. When she awakes she jerks me off, whilst holding me close to her.