This is Sheila’s version of our recent date. I think it’s hotter than my version. What do you think?
Sep 082017
Feb 232017
In which Heather describes our first encounter, in her own words.
Aug 022016
Nastya describes what it’s like to have a first date with me.
Mar 142013
I told the tale in one post. V split it into two. The first was here. The second, here: I’m surprised at how visible the club is. I always assumed these places were hidden behind secret doors in bars, in basements, but here it is right on the street. I’m holding N.’s hand as he […]
Mar 132013
I wrote about V’s first trip to Le Trapeze here. This is her part 1 of the evening, in which she learns where we’re headed…. N. asked me to meet him at a new bar for our date. I arrived wearing the outfit he requested: leggings, tank top, v-neck sweater and leather ankle boots. I […]
Feb 092013
You read my version of the beginning of the evening. Here’s V’s: I get there a few minutes early on purpose– my little way of having some control before the night begins. Being in the bar settles me into the imminence of the date, of being with N., and I crave that feeling. I order […]
Jan 252013
This story is long, and there are several parts that already have been posted: My first, second and third parts, and V’s first and second parts. This is the penultimate post. I will have one more – a sort of “study” that explains a bit about how I planned the date. But for now, enjoy […]
Jan 242013
Her part 1 is here. My version of part 2 is here. This here is her part 2. They’re pretty similar, right? But it’s always fun to see the differences. He opened the passenger door, pushed his mouth against me hard and simultaneously slipped his fingers inside me. He stepped back, closed the door and […]
Jan 232013
You read my part 1 here. Here’s V’s: I received a text informing me he was late just as I was approaching the bar, and he directed me to look at his blog. Same bar as last time, it was mostly empty tonight, save some regulars crowded at one end. In some ways I was […]
Jan 162013
Before you hear from either Véronique or me about the rest of the evening that began like this, I thought I’d post the e-mail V sent me between when I dropped her off, and when I got home, all of twenty minutes later. The subject line was “things I don’t want to forget about tonight.” […]