It was as if we were old friends, with benefits of course. We had chatted several times over the past year and finally I was making my way towards his neck of the woods, Chicago to be exact. I was glad I did. His open, genuine and generous spirit made it easy.
Our love of music bonded us. He is a musician and regaled me with stories of the bands he played with. We had an impromptu sing-along which led to the making of our own ballad…I know it sounds sappy but its funny what helps foster a connection.
The bed. Kneeling expectantly. Inches apart. A composition scaled for low and high notes and everything in between….
A symphony of sensuality.
Music mood: The Monkees – Believer – “When I saw her face….now I’m a believer…”
aurally talented xo