Soooooo, The Artist is now Mr. Artist because he is not going anywhere.
He wants to draw me.
Paint me actually, but he’s starting with drawing.
Since I gave him the green light to continue to get to know each other (because I had decided I wasn’t into him because I’m fickle that way and wanted to cut him loose but then he convinced me otherwise) he has been romancing me like crazy.
He calls me Beautiful and Miss Enchanting Eyes, messages me every morning, keeps in touch all day, and says things that are a perfect combination of romantic, erotic with a touch of cheese.
For example he messaged me this when I told him 7pm would be perfect to come over tonight:
“I always strive for perfection. I suppose that is what attracts me to you ;)”
And he says other things like this:
“I like getting to know you this way. It’s like undressing your mind slowly. And I know you like being undressed slowly.”
He came over with his fancy easel thing and giant sketch book.
We sat and talked for a bit and I found myself feeling more and more at ease with him and really enjoying the conversation.
We really do have a lot in common.
Then he leaned in to kiss me and holy shit this guy kisses so Goddamn well!
It’s slow and sensual and passionate.
Exactly how I like it.
We kissed for a while until he pulled away because it was stirring “other things” and was getting pretty steamy.
He is taking it serious that I said I wanted to get to know him first.
He actually told me that I was worth getting to know first.
Why do I find this so damn hot?
He wanted to sketch me and played with the lighting and had me try different poses (nothing scandalous) and sketched for about 20 minutes.
Um, it is hard to hold those poses and it felt more like an hour!
My arm was shaking.
Made me respect those models who do it for a living.
Anyway, as I was sitting there, I started talking to him about things like my family and giving little glimpses of myself that I normally don’t share with people, especially people I don’t know very well.
But it felt safe to do so with him.
After he had mercy on me and let me move, we talked more about silly things like old TV shows and fictional characters of movies.
Something switched for me as I watched him talk about these random things with this glitter in his eyes and a little boy smile.
I found him attractive and adorable.
We made out again and Dear Lord in Heaven, it was like having sex with our mouths.
Soft, delicate nibbles, long lingering kisses, and his tongue, holy fuck, how he moves the fucker… had me crossing my legs!!!
Don’t worry, it stopped there.
We are taking it nice and slow.
Saying goodnight was difficult.
I didn’t want him to go.
What the fuck, Samantha!?!
I didn’t tell him that, of course, but still, what is wrong with me?!?
This feels really good, organic, easy, and exciting.
I think I’m starting to like him.
And he has no issue with telling me just how much he already likes me.
On top of that, we mesh well.
Like really well.
In the way that we talk, relate, and after the way we kissed tonight, I’m thinking we mesh well in other areas too.
I’m fucked, guys.
This man is going to get into my panties and I’m going to like it.
I can’t fall for him.
I just can’t.
He is only for fun, a temporary distraction.