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bustinout20202 64F  
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7/8/2021 11:33 am
Fantasy vs. Reality


He texted me early in the week:

“You have been in my thoughts all morning. Can’t wait to see you again!”

“I have!? That’s so sweet!” I replied. “Wait! What kind of thoughts??”

He sent me a complete rundown of his thoughts of me that morning which included him daydreaming and fantasizing about the next time we meet.
I then asked him what those daydreams consisted of.

“I cook for you, we eat, then we retire to the bedroom where we get to play time earlier so we can spend more time with naked kisses and cuddling; more foreplay and maybe get to try new positions that we didn’t get to”.

I thought is sounded lovely, and I told him as much. I don’t think he revealed everything his daydream was about, but it was enough to whet my appetite. He then sent me a “formal” invite via text, like a fine southern boy ought to…well as formal as a text invite can be! Lol.

I drove to his house and parked in his circular drive. His house is a reno’ed split level. Just inside the entryway are stairs that go up to the pristine living room and kitchen, and stairs that go down to the play room, with its own kitchen, gym, and another workout room for another kind of workout.

I had just gone on my first hike of the year that morning, with another dear friend of mine. It was kind of rocky terrain; I think I was out of shape for walking, and before I knew it, I pulled a groin muscle [of all things!] in that wal I went shopping that afternoon, thank God for shopping carts! They are like medical walkers in camoflage! By the time I got to my car, I could barely push that sucker!! I came home between dates and put some Icy Hot on the area to soothe the ache. It helped a smidge. But his house, with those eight stairs up to the living area was a challenge.

I gripped the stair railing like it was a lifeline on a game show worth a million bucks and moved slowly up one stair at a time behind him. As he easily bounded up the steps, I tried not to look my age as I winced with each upward movement. I was ever so grateful when I finally reached the top.

It was a scene right out of his daydream: a delicious home cooked meal finishing up in the oven, the counter bar set beautifully like a table for two, a lively playlist that I’d never heard of pulsing in the background, and he, relaxed in jeans, t-shirt, and stocking feet, with a Cabernet at room temp in his hand.
He bent down to kiss me and I impetuously reached up to hug his nec I flung my arms around him, accidentally hitting his arm…

The one holding the glass of wine.

The glass went soaring, the wine flew free and landed not only on his off-white chair and ottoman but splatted onto his perfectly matching creamy white and green carpet! I gasped and covered my mouth.

“Oh my God, Oh My God, OH MY GOD!” I exclaimed. “I am so sorry!!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay”, he said as he grabbed towels and started scrubbing diligently away. It wasn’t okay, as I watched him carefully dabbing the spill and pulling out cleaners. I joined in with what paper towels he handed me.

“Do you have any OxiClean?” I asked.

He had some in a cleaning product, but not as strong as the real stuff. After we’d scrubbed and used up half the bottle, I said, “Okay, do have any hydrogen peroxide?”
“Yes”, his reply.
“Do you have any regular Dawn dish soap, the blue kind?”
“Yes”, again his reply.
“What about baking soda, got any of that?” He checked his cupboard.
“Yes, I do!” he said somewhat triumphantly.
“Okay well, you can just make like a paste of those ingredients and they work just like OxiClean. Try putting them on just the ottoman overnight. Hopefully this stain will come out or I buy you a new chair and ottoman,” I said.

He was so gracious but I know on the inside he was kind of freaking out as much as I was. With the homemade OxiCean working away on the ottoman and the stain lifted enough out of the carpet that he felt better, we could again focus on the evening and each other.

We moved to the island counter for dinner in the open kitchen. Dinner was perfect and the conversation more so. He has and brilliant and curious mind so for every comment and story he told he had the research to back it up. Though younger than me (okay, much younger than me!!), he’s got enough experience for 2 or 3 lifetimes over me. He loves to tell stories as much as I love to listen to them.

We kind of talked away most of the night. So much for an early retirement to the bedroom…

We both realilzed there wasn’t much time left for the evening, so we decided to head back to the guest room/playroom. We undressed quickly with us naked and kneeling on his oh so comfy bed started kissing. His bed is like, well, like being on a cloud…veeeerrrryyyy poufy!!

Ever try to make love on a cloud?


Yeah, I know, it sounds sensuous enough, but it’s like trying to do sexy moves on a waterbed! Try as you might you end up grasping the frame just to get your bearings back and not get seasick! I ended up rolling around like a black lab itching his back in the grass; arms and legs flailing in the air as I wiggled and inched my way up to the pillows!

So trying for new positions was out, spending long moments on naked kisses and foreplay was out too, as he has to be at work at oh-dark-thirty. It was a bit of a quickie, but it was enough for us to enjoy one another’s…company! We promised each other that the next time we would just skip dinner altogether.
And have white wine instead!

He sent me a with a pic the next morning.

It was of the ottoman…”good as new!”



~~~" Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." --Mary Oliver~~~


bustinout20202 64F  
932 posts
7/8/2021 11:43 am

He texted me early in the week:

“You have been in my thoughts all morning. Can’t wait to see you again!”

“I have!? That’s so sweet!” I replied. “Wait! What kind of thoughts??”

He sent me a complete rundown of his thoughts of me that morning which included him daydreaming and fantasizing about the next time we meet.
I then asked him what those daydreams consisted of.

“I cook for you, we eat, then we retire to the bedroom where we get to play time earlier so we can spend more time with naked kisses and cuddling; more foreplay and maybe get to try new positions that we didn’t get to”.

I thought is sounded lovely, and I told him as much. I don’t think he revealed everything his daydream was about, but it was enough to whet my appetite. He then sent me a “formal” invite via text, like a fine southern boy ought to…well as formal as a text invite can be! Lol.

I drove to his house and parked in his circular drive. His house is a reno’ed split level. Just inside the entryway are stairs that go up to the pristine living room and kitchen, and stairs that go down to the play room, with its own kitchen, gym, and another workout room for another kind of workout.

I had just gone on my first hike of the year that morning, with another dear friend of mine. It was kind of rocky terrain; I think I was out of shape for walking, and before I knew it, I pulled a groin muscle [of all things!] in that walk. I went shopping that afternoon, thank God for shopping carts! They are like medical walkers in camoflage! By the time I got to my car, I could barely push that sucker!! I came home between dates and put some Icy Hot on the area to soothe the ache. It helped a smidge. But his house, with those eight stairs up to the living area was a challenge.

I gripped the stair railing like it was a lifeline on a game show worth a million bucks and moved slowly up one stair at a time behind him. As he easily bounded up the steps, I tried not to look my age as I winced with each upward movement. I was ever so grateful when I finally reached the top.

It was a scene right out of his daydream: a delicious home cooked meal finishing up in the oven, the counter bar set beautifully like a table for two, a lively playlist that I’d never heard of pulsing in the background, and he, relaxed in jeans, t-shirt, and stocking feet, with a Cabernet at room temp in his hand.
He bent down to kiss me and I impetuously reached up to hug his neck. I flung my arms around him, accidentally hitting his arm…

The one holding the glass of wine.

The glass went soaring, the wine flew free and landed not only on his off-white chair and ottoman but splatted onto his perfectly matching creamy white and green carpet! I gasped and covered my mouth.

“Oh my God, Oh My God, OH MY GOD!” I exclaimed. “I am so sorry!!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay”, he said as he grabbed towels and started scrubbing diligently away. It wasn’t okay, as I watched him carefully dabbing the spill and pulling out cleaners. I joined in with what paper towels he handed me.

“Do you have any OxiClean?” I asked.

He had some in a cleaning product, but not as strong as the real stuff. After we’d scrubbed and used up half the bottle, I said, “Okay, do have any hydrogen peroxide?”
“Yes”, his reply.
“Do you have any regular Dawn dish soap, the blue kind?”
“Yes”, again his reply.
“What about baking soda, got any of that?” He checked his cupboard.
“Yes, I do!” he said somewhat triumphantly.
“Okay well, you can just make like a paste of those ingredients and they work just like OxiClean. Try putting them on just the ottoman overnight. Hopefully this stain will come out or I buy you a new chair and ottoman,” I said.

He was so gracious but I know on the inside he was kind of freaking out as much as I was. With the homemade OxiCean working away on the ottoman and the stain lifted enough out of the carpet that he felt better, we could again focus on the evening and each other.

We moved to the island counter for dinner in the open kitchen. Dinner was perfect and the conversation more so. He has and brilliant and curious mind so for every comment and story he told he had the research to back it up. Though younger than me (okay, much younger than me!!), he’s got enough experience for 2 or 3 lifetimes over me. He loves to tell stories as much as I love to listen to them.

We kind of talked away most of the night. So much for an early retirement to the bedroom…

We both realilzed there wasn’t much time left for the evening, so we decided to head back to the guest room/playroom. We undressed quickly with us naked and kneeling on his oh so comfy bed started kissing. His bed is like, well, like being on a cloud…veeeerrrryyyy poufy!!

Ever try to make love on a cloud?

Yeah, I know, it sounds sensuous enough, but it’s like trying to do sexy moves on a waterbed! Try as you might you end up grasping the frame just to get your bearings back and not get seasick! I ended up rolling around like a black lab itching his back in the grass; arms and legs flailing in the air as I wiggled and inched my way up to the pillows!

So trying for new positions was out, spending long moments on naked kisses and foreplay was out too, as he has to be at work at oh-dark-thirty. It was a bit of a quickie, but it was enough for us to enjoy one another’s…company! We promised each other that the next time we would just skip dinner altogether.
And have white wine instead!

He sent me a text with a pic the next morning.

It was of the ottoman…”good as new!”

~~~" Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift." --Mary Oliver~~~


DiscreteSlowRide 51M
371 posts
7/8/2021 12:07 pm

This will be one of those times you look back and have a laugh at...hopefully still together.

i have a few stories when a date or an evening is supposed to go one way and then it turns into a mushroom cloud!

As for the waterbed thing...I havent been on a waterbed since I was in my mid 20's but I had one in high school. If that bed could talk...Actually it was silenced many years ago when the mattress had to be replaced. (R.I.P. my almost seaworthy apparatus. sigh,,...)


bustinout20202 replies on 7/8/2021 9:47 pm:
Ha ha! ...a mushroom cloud! Yeah, I have had a few more of those that I dare not write about...this one was funny, the others, not so much.
Waterbeds...never good to be on when one has overimbibed...so I've been told!
Thanks again for the read, always appreciate you stopping by!

citizen4722 63M  
73569 posts
7/8/2021 12:45 pm

Well, 'Ottoman' seems like a great nick-name to me


bustinout20202 replies on 7/8/2021 9:44 pm:
No really, it was a pic of The OttoMAN!!! Thanks for the read, my friend!

SilverFoxMark66 67M  
134 posts
7/8/2021 1:10 pm

Good writing bustin out, 2 quotes spring to mind, "shit happens" & "Your god is laughing whie you make your plans", I do hope you both enjoyed the 2nd round 'tho, many thanks & big warm (horny) hugs Mark


bustinout20202 replies on 7/8/2021 9:43 pm:
thanks so much for the read, Mark! Another quote: "The best laid plans of mice and men..." It was an amusing evening for sure!

CleavageFan4U 64M  
68392 posts
7/8/2021 5:55 pm

Quite resourceful in ginning up your own Oxi-Clean - almost like you've done this before!

I'm soo jealous of this YOUNG man.

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bustinout20202 replies on 7/8/2021 9:42 pm:
Oh Cleave what my mother never taught me I learn from watching youtube!

Someday, you must visit...you must!

upsidedownsky 41M
607 posts
7/8/2021 6:08 pm

Busti...

This is wonderful writing.

You are a teacher, an influencer, and a seductress.

(is there anything you can't do?)

I feel very much inspired after reading this...

*. *. *


bustinout20202 replies on 7/8/2021 9:40 pm:
inspired to do what? Laundry?? LOL!
Thank you my friend! Your comments always mean a lot to me!! mwah! {=}

author51 58F  
126328 posts
7/8/2021 11:34 pm

I have made that homemade Oxiclean to get stains out here on my furniture after spilling red wine and it worked like a charm..Acciidents that happen when with one of interest make for some great stories and memories that make us smile..


bustinout20202 replies on 7/9/2021 1:14 am:
That's right! I remember reading about that in one of your blogs too! Don't you have a photo of that too?! Thanks Joy for stopping by!

tablesexisbest 46M
683 posts
8/26/2021 1:09 pm

I have some classic British Post card ones on my profile, innuendo


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