January 19, 2017 Thursday
From: TimmyTim
To: Sassy
Date: Thursday, January 19, 2017 7:56 AM
Subject: Thanks for that call!
Sassy,
I only had one thought after our call:
Addiction! I just love talking, sharing, listening and the feeling that it is safe to share. After I hung up, I wanted more! I think friends we are, hope we can always be, but now it is time to meet and explore the next phase: hugs with groping!
About pictures. I do not want you to feel that you have to share them or that I expect them. But if you want to share, I would love to see them. I said I was glad our communication started without either of us wanting a picture before we even talked. That is shallow and I need more. So yes I am a male, visual but I am truly looking for a friend and all we define what that friendship means. My ultimate fantasy right now is to make hot passionate love then, after we have had our fill if each other’s bodies, lying spent and content, just having your head resting on my chest, listening to our breathing, hearts beating and then, in the most vulnerable moment a man and woman can experience, talk from the soul, feeling safe, appreciated, wanted! (That was one run on sentence.) If we went straight to the shallow that could not happen. We have to build that trust and I don’t want to trade that aspect of the courting ritual. If you want to trade pictures (I have no risqué ones…. Yet!) I would be ready. But do not expect. I feel we have passed the shallow stage, so if comfortable send some, or ask for my key if you want to see a totally dressed, “boring” picture of me!
I look so forward to meeting you! I’m going to research the practical details and write back later.
Sassy, Sassy, Sassy, you have grabbed my imagination! The sky, or how we define it is our limit.
Hugs with my hands running up and down your body…..
Take care,
Tim
Sent from Yahoo Mail for iPhone
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From: Sassy
To: TimmyTim
Date: Thurs Jan 19, 2017 at 1:58 PM
Re: Thanks for that call!
Hiya Tim,
Hope your Thursday is rolling along. So lovely to see the sun! I am taking a break for lunch and writing to you! I am not in the habit of taking lunch but suddenly have an incentive. I had a fun morning processing invoices! I need something fun! Luckily I can think about you and smile and imagine… more!
If you have any questions about logistics, don’t hesitate to ask. I am willing to head out your way or meet halfway in future, but first meets go better on my turf.
Please help me remember to be careful in public with physical displays, but I definitely plan to hug you when I meet you like an old friend. It does feel like we are friends already. I hear that “click” that can happen if I talk with a man who seems like he will fit into my life, fill the empty spaces. I can easily see the scenario you wrote about… lying on your chest, reveling in the afterglow…
Let’s wait a little longer on the face photo front, if that’s okay. I may ask to see something next week, to help me find you when we first meet, but otherwise I don’t feel any urgency. I have learned that looks do not matter to me, especially as shown in photos. If you start getting nervous, I can send something. It is tough thinking I have to wait a week… but I am patient and eager to take in more info about you that will help us be fantastic together.
Do you have any fun weekend plans? We’ll go to my niece’s house and celebrate her birthday with the family on Saturday night. No plans for Sunday yet… I should make some!
I’m going to dig up another sexy story to send you. I want to brighten your day and make you hard. 😉
-S
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From: Sassy
To: TimmyTIm
Date: Thurs Jan 19, 2017 at 2:04 PM
Subject: The Fan
The Fan
He couldn’t believe he was doing this. His friend had talked
him into reading at Stone Soup Poets open mike. One of the
stories. It was for Valentine’s Day, and everyone was doing
it, but it still made him feel vulnerable and exposed.
He read and paused, as appreciative sighs filled the room, and
knew it would be alright. He noticed this woman, standing in
the back against the wall. Staring right at him. He felt like
he was reading to her, and that she felt it, too. He finished,
and a crowd gathered around him to chat and congratulate and
fawn and cluck. He searched the room for her, but she had gone.
He listened to the other artists awhile, but couldn’t get the
hazy image of the woman out of his mind. Finally, he slipped
out the side door and started toward the train. She spoke as
he passed, startling him.
“Your story was…special. It touched me.” She almost
whispered into the night air.
“Thank you,” he said, automatically. Brilliant. He tried
to make out her face in the dim light of the street lamp.
“It made me…want to know you,” she sighed, almost as if
she hadn’t wanted to admit it. He was sure his mouth hung open at
that point. He remembered himself in a few seconds, and decided to
be flip.
“So, what did you want to know?” He quipped, not really
expecting her to answer. She looked away, then surprised him.
“What it would be like to inspire you.” He gulped in air.
There didn’t seem to be enough air to fill his burning lungs. He
realized that somehow, in the last minute, something had passed
between them. It scared him, but drew him to her.
“Can I walk you to the train?” He asked her. She seemed
to consider it carefully, then stepped forward and took his arm in
silent acceptance. He felt her breast against his arm and wondered
if he could remember how to walk. He managed. He thought she
would ask him mundane questions, quiz him about his story or his life.
She was silent, seemingly deep in thought, walking in step with him.
He wanted to see her face, but she was beside him so he could
only take in her long hair, swinging around her, and how she seemed
just the right height to walk with him, and how her chest moved with
each step. They passed a pottery shop and she paused briefly to
glance at the brightly colored bowls. Suddenly, she yanked him into
the dark doorway, and pressed him against the stone of the building.
He felt the cold against his back, then the heat of her in front,
as she wiggled to fit her body to his. Then she put her lips within
a hair of his, and stopped. This seemed to be quite a distance for
her initiative to take her, but not quite there.
He cursed the lack of light. He couldn’t see her eyes. But
it didn’t seem to matter, he was taking her invitation and sinking
his tongue into her mouth before he realized he’d decided to do it.
He felt as hard as the stone against his back, and knew she felt it
too by the breath she took when he raised his head momentarily. She
worked her hand under his shirt, and put his hand on her breast.
They teased each other’s nipples, nipping at necks and ears and noses.
Smiling into each other’s mouths as their breathing raged out of control.
This was crazy. He didn’t know this woman. He knew
nothing except she liked his writing, that she had understood
the call in it. And that she felt so right in his arms. It
was nuts, but it made sense to him. He’d find out the other
stuff later, if it became important. He was startled back to
the present by her hand at his belt. Oh, my god.
She stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and
whispered in his ear.
“I don’t…I mean, I haven’t…ever…without…” she
couldn’t seem to say it, but he knew she was trying to justify
this wildfire burning between two strangers in a dark doorway.
“I know,” he murmured, hugging her even closer. That
seemed to settle it. She undid his belt, and slipped her hand
inside his clothes to touch him. He thought he’d pass out.
She rubbed him just the right way for longer than he thought
he could endure. He knew he should be touching her, but could
not summon the brain power beyond savoring her touch. She
removed one hand to her pocket, he heard a rip, then she was
taking his sex from his pants, and covering it with latex,
and leading him to a ledge deeper in the doorway. She stretched
out on the stone, and pulled him down over her, into her. The
combination of the time and place and strangeness and the latex
set him off almost immediately. He pounded her into the stone,
without thought of her soft body. She met his every thrust,
moaning in his ear. He felt the pulsing, the searing heat, and
filled the plastic, thinking of filling her. She clenched him
deep inside. His mind clung to every detail as he realized he
would desperately need to write about this later.
They clung to one another forever. Then sat close to
each other on the ledge as they righted their clothes. There
seemed to be so much to say, and yet nowhere to start. He
finally took her arm, and they continued toward the train. He
thought he should be panicking, but couldn’t get beyond the
amazing afterglow. When they reached the platform, he expected
her to disappear like the dream she seemed to him. She chewed
her lip. He feasted on seeing her in the light.
“I need to know more.” She whispered, a pleading look
on her face.
“Yes.” It was all he could say. It seemed enough.
“Take me home with you.”
“Yes.”
“Let me inspire you.”
He moaned and rolled his eyes. Then the train rumbled
into the station and they boarded locked arm in arm.
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From: TimmyTim
To: Sassy
Date: Thursday, January 19, 2017 2:35 PM
Subject: Re: Thanks for that call!
Sassy,
Work is done and I am home alone for a few minutes so I thought I’d take advantage and write you a quick note. I am fine with face picture plan. I agree whole heartedly and as I said, I’m not onto the shallow, fill my carnal needs only sort of guy! That is not my thing and feel so lucky to have found you. At our age we are built for comfort not speed, and that is a beautiful thing. You do have a sultry beautiful voice, I can’t wait to kiss the mouth that creates such a voice!
I went back to that website that has all those positions with the weird cartooning, and I think your original view of 5 positions is correct. Most are just variations on the same theme. We will have to check them all out. There were some interesting oral sex positions though. We’ll have to try some of them. I also found a tumbler site with ordinary, real bodies, but, alas, they were all for me. They were interesting but I really just have eyes for you now and didn’t get past the first page. I think in person, imperfections can be some of the most erotic places to explore.
Outside of theater, what are some of your hobbies? Do you read? Do you like to hike? Travel? What is important for you that keeps you in the 9 to 5 grind.
I have so many personal things to ask but rather explore and learn them as i go, but on the other hand, I want to know about you. The right side and left side of my brain are in conflict. Or should I say my big head and little head have different agenda (that is the latin plural for that word).
This weekend I am going to polish one of my stories for you, but would lurid details make you uncomfortable or awkward? I can edit! I am eagerly waiting your next story! But while I wait, I’ll check things out for a meeting with you. A friend of mine (did not tell why) said Alewife can be packed by that time. so I’ll start there. I will make this happen because I am your friend and would love the audition to be your lover ALSO!
I hope to be writing back to you around 9 or 10. And if things are calm, maybe even see if I can chat. Sorry I can make no promise. But once we have setttled in, planning will be much easier!
Take care,
Tim
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From: Sassy
To: TimmyTim
Date: Thurs Jan 19, 2017 at 4:22 PM
Re: Thanks for that call!
Hiya Tim!
So wonderful to see your note! Oh how I envy you being home already! I’ve lost my motivation to work… I want to write to you!
Built for comfort… heh. What kind of car would I be? Tempted to say one of those James Bond models Q built that look ordinary but you flick the switch and out come the laser missiles! Probably a mini-van. Practical, reliable and you can put down the seats out and fuck in the back?
Let me see what is “for you” on the tumblr front? Here’s one that has an interesting mix of arty, sexy and men with larger women.
I am used to reading lurid stories. You don’t need to edit for me. I want an unfiltered look inside that part of your brain!
Hobbies? Hmm… I am always on the hunt for wonderful restaurants. I follow various Facebook pages like Eater Boston and Boston Hidden Restaurants. I like cheap, fast and good but it’s tough to find all three in the same spot. Here’s three questions on this front:
1) If I were to take you out for a special occasion, what is your favorite type of place to eat? Are you a steak man? Thai? Seafood? Sushi?
2) What is your favorite dessert?
3) Do you cook? I am awful at it but trying to do it more. I do make really good reservations! 😉
This past year I’ve spent too much time learning about estate settlement and probate. Five older relatives died between March and September, and I am executor for two of them. I made a Google Sheet of the tasks to settle my mom’s estate… I recently passed item #221 and still have to deal with her income taxes. I can’t decide if I should write a book on “The 250 steps to settling an estate,” or tell everyone I know to NEVER EVER volunteer to be an executor!
I completely understand about needing to be flexible, and not promising. I want you to be safe and not take unnecessary risks. If you can get free, email me and I will pop on. I plan to be around tonight.
Think of your hands and my naked back… kneading, stroking, talking dirty about your next step… mmmm.
Keep misbehaving!
-S
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From: TimmyTim
To: Sassy
Date: Thursday, January 19, 2017 8:14 PM
Subject: Re: Thanks for that call!
I am on line, give me a ping!
I am finishing up some work and need the distraction
Tim
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From: Sassy
To: TimmyTim
Date: Thurs Jan 19, 2017 at 8:33 PM
Re: Thanks for that call!
Hiya! I’m in chat now. Pop back in when you can. 🙂
-S
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We chatted. Mmmm…Mmmmm…mmmmm. See my next post!
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From: Sassy
To: TimmyTim
Date: Jan 19, 2017 at 9:35 PM
Subject: TVM Script
Imagine 24 women sitting in two rows of chairs on a stage, facing forward. During the litanies, they cluster around 4 mics. Then one by one, they come to the mic and tell the stories gleaned from interviews with women, reading from index cards.
Imagine me reading the first story, “The Flood.”
Here’s the script from a local production which includes the vignettes from the original script, then bits written especially for the show by women in it.
At the end, watch the “One Billion Rising” video.
Please let me know your thoughts?
-S
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From: Sassy
To: TimmyTim
Date: Thurs Jan 19, 2017 at 11:15 PM
Subject: Chat back
Hiya Tim,
Oh how I want to keep chatting! I will do it this way.
Hope that chat wasn’t too frenetic… got on a roll there! You are so fun. Thank you ever so much for taking the time to write and chat and call. I hope it is not too much… I am enjoying it immensely. If you ever need to go or cut back, just say. Real life does interfere with canoodling sometimes. 🙂
Once again… my three thoughts
Wow!
MORE!
You are made of awesome.
-S
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From: TimmyTim
To: Sassy
Date: Thursday, January 19, 2017 11:58 PM
Subject: Thank you for being you!
Sassy,
Again thank you for a wonderful chat! I enjoy our fleeting moments together! I Think I drove that conversation to the brash Sassy side. But I did learn so much about you! You are so much fun! I know we will have fun in and out of bed. I hope I did not make you feel bad about your body, and I can’t wait to explore every inch, know every nook and cranny, its curves, textures, softness, where you are ticklish, where you squirm, how you smell, how you taste. But I also want to get to know what makes you Sassy (the person). I want to know and see the whole picture. I dominated the conversation, so next time we will talk about the penis. Give you some girl talk.
Now back to your questions:
1) If I were to take you out for a special occasion, what is your favorite type of place to eat? Are you a steak man? Thai? Seafood? Sushi?
I said Italian in the chat, but also love Chinese!
2) What is your favorite dessert?
That one is so easy, cheese cake! if a food could be equated with sex, that would be the one. Maybe we could eat slices off our bodies some day.
3) Do you cook? I am awful at it but trying to do it more. I do make really good reservations! 😉
I love to use my smoker to cook meat outside. Trying to learn to cook inside.
Do not worry about the chat and calls and emails, I have been lonely. When you are in my situation, life is lonely. I can talk to friends, but my wife and I share so many, I couldn’t have these soul searching and at times risque talks. Add to the list that you are so amazing, easy to talk to and fun. I am lucky to have met you. The investment is well worth it. I’m sure after we meet, we will be able to expand our talks to sharing our deepest secrets, help with our everyday problems, and share our fears, help with our pressing problems. Yes we will be friends, with the strings… the strings of true friendship. You are unique and I am lucky to have found you.
We Just missed each other tonight for a second chat. I wanted to touch upon that executor part of your email (which I meant to do in first chat, but talking about V-Jay-Jays was way more fun. So I’m sorry John Henry took over! 🙂 But I am the executor of my sister’s estate. It is so emotionally draining. It seems it will never end and I need closure, a hug and a good cry. This is when I feel alone, sad and in need of a close intimate friend. So if you need to vent, I am here for you!
I do have a question for you. Was there any one event that has impacted the way you see, view life. Made you think about who and what you are, life?
Well, after looking at some of those pictures on tumbler, I am off to bed. I am sure we will meet in our dreams tonight!
Take care,
Tim
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