A recap of the week – met up with Tomas – not much happened apart from some sensuous stroking of each other’s naked bodies. Some alcohol was imbibed – he’d brought champagne, which tasted delicious drunk from various parts of the other’s body. No one interrupted our afternoon tryst and we said goodbye at the end of it.
Someone new, just a few months older than me wrote from the dating app and he seemed interesting enough for me to suggest a first and then second meeting. He had lived in Russia a couple of times which was experience enough to modify his initial (militant!) left-wing leanings. Anyway, we fell into bed together almost from the beginning, at the end of the first date in fact; after the hit and miss, mostly miss efforts of Julius and Tomas, I was in sore need of some real action in the bedroom department. This new man was keen and happy enough to be thus employed and it was a welcome break not having to worry about the complication of emotional connection. I liked how he aroused me and was gratified that he proved sufficiently virile to initiate sex and orgasm no less than four times overnight. We made a third date next week and perhaps it will become an almost certain pattern of once or twice a week, until I tire of him, or he me … who knows. I hesitate to give him a name, but ever the optimist that this may last a little longer than the usual, it would be apt I think if we all knew him as Alexander.