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My Aegean Fantasy, Chapter 1

I could hardly believe my good fortune. I had managed to save up for a trip to Greece to meet a friend. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was questioning my sanity, after all, that’s a lot of money to spend just to meet a woman I only knew from the Internet.

But, what a woman she was. We had talked for months. She challenged my mind, and appealed to me in other ways as well. The next question was, would she still want to meet me?

My thoughts were disturbed by the customs agents, and I quickly moved through, as she had told me to pack light! I found myself on the airport curb trying to flag down a taxi. My phone beeped with a new message: “I’m glad you made it sweetie. Meet me at this address for lunch!”

I finally hailed a cab and gave him the address. I watched as we left the airport and went away from the downtown area. About 30 minutes went by before I finally reached my destination. It was a small restaurant, small sign in the window, but nothing else to distinguish it from the surrounding neighborhood. I opened the door and walked in.

Before the door could close, I was set on by the owner. He greeted me and spoke to me in Greek too quickly for me to catch any words I had struggled to learn. Noticing my confusion, he laughed and spoke in perfect English, “Welcome my friend. Your guest is waiting. Please let me take your bag!”

Still in a daze, I was ushered into the small but crowded dining area. I stopped to look around, but did not see her. Then sensing more than seeing, I turned and there she was. Her smile lit up the room when she saw me. The next moment she was there in front of me. Her jasmine perfume filled my senses. I looked down into her eyes and took her in my arms.

The feeling of her in my arms was incredible. She wrapped hers around me and seemed to melt into my embrace. A nervous cough behind us made us remember where we were. We both blushed a little, but the smile on the owner’s face was priceless, like that of a proud papa.

We sat and she ordered something in Greek, and then leaned toward me over the table. We talked, for hours, eating as we talked, but not truly tasting anything. Soon, we looked up and it was dark outside and we were the only ones left in the restaurant, not even the owner was there. She laughed, “Not to worry, he left me a key to lock up behind us. Come, you must be exhausted.”

We left the restaurant and walked down the street. Suddenly coming to my senses I blurted, “I forgot my bag!”

“Relax darling, the owner had it sent to my place after you arrived,” she said with laughter in her eyes.

We finished walking to the end of the block and stopped in front of her cottage. “Won’t you come inside my dear,” she asked, the air electric with promise.

The other shoe

It finally happened.

A day 5 1/2 years in the making.

My wife's boyfriend/lover/sweetie whatever you want to call him, finally left his wife.

Now, before you criticize or judge, he didn't leave his wife for mine, he was miserable. At least from his side of the story (and there is corroboration to that!).

It's good news/bad news really.

Good news: he won't have to "sneak around" in a relationship with my wife.

Bad news: he won't have to "sneak around" in a relationship with my wife.

How did this all get started? That's another story altogether, just suffice to say that for right now, I'm feeling a little strange. Displaced? No. A little forgotten? Maybe so.

But the strangeness began last night when my wife told me we had to find me another girlfriend. WTF? most guys would be jumping for joy, but I'm not really sure what's going on, or even where it will lead.

I (we) have been polyamorous for about 4 years now (well, I've realized what I was feeling had a name 4 years ago). I had a wonderful girlfriend that I enjoyed spending time with, but she crossed the line in our relationship. She didn't want to have anything to do with my wife anymore, and I couldn't deal with that. We broke it off. Then about a year and a half ago, we started up again. That lasted a couple months. Now she won't even talk to me. (so that should explain the "another girlfriend" coment).

So, I'm feeling in limbo. Not knowing what the hell is truly going on.

Hoping there isn't a third shoe.

A Twitter Fantasy

We met on-line, Twitter to be exact. At first, it was all about fun. We joked, kidded, even cheered for each other. It was just fun.
It changed one evening.
She: “It’s so hot, I’ll just lay here on the couch in my red satin negligee. Am I covered, it feels like my negligee is riding up a bit. Will you help me?”
The sexual tension in that statement just reached out and grabbed me.
Me: “I tentatively reach down and tug the hem of your negligee down.”
She: “My it’s hot in here, can you use this cloth to cool my skin?”
Me: “I take the cloth from your hand and gently wipe your back, making sure I touch all your exposed skin”.
She: “The sudden cold makes me shiver.”
Me: “I place my warm hand in the small of your back. ‘How does that feel’?”
She: “Mmm, very nice.”
Me:”I lean over and kiss you deeply.”
She: “Kissing you back.”
Shortly after, the tone of the conversation turned, and it was like nothing happened.
A few days later, she was cheering me while I was throwing darts one evening. All was good until I read a tweet that stopped my heart.
“I’m standing here, waiting for you in a crisp white shirt. You walk in and stop. ‘Come over here will you?’, I push you into a chair. ‘Can you unbutton the bottom two buttons’?”
Me: “I unbutton the buttons and lean in to kiss your exposed belly”.
She: “I shiver in anticipation”.
Me: “I finish unbuttoning your shirt and gaze at your body with an appreciative gaze.”
She: “I anticipate your next move, aching for your touch.”
Me: “I pull you to my lap and kiss you deeply.”
She: “We must stop there. Sorry. *Kiss*”
To say the least, this woman had me intrigued, very intrigued. Where would this lead? Only time will tell.

Strange Dreams

Today has been a strange day indeed. I had the most strange, powerful, non-sexual erotic dreams last night. Here is how I described it on Twitter this morning:

Another night of restless dreams, haunted by a siren and a sorceress, waves of red blocking my vision but no fear, only....desire.

Was I being consumed? Tested? Foolish? As I made my way through the waves of red, I heard fading laughter, then a kiss.

I felt a whisper behind me, and as I turned, something, no someone, approached. My vision clouded. A soft touch, the smell of jasmine, then nothing.

As I was engulfed again by the waves of red, the sound of sweet laughter followed me.

And now, I am awake. Wondering. Still searching, the scent of jasmine still lingers.

And throughout this strange day, the scent of jasmine will catch me off guard. I will look around and see no source. No flowers, no women, just a hint of jasmine that stays just beyond my grasp.

I have also found myself seeing redheads. So what?, you might ask, redheads are everywhere.

I must admit having a special fondness for redheads (a long story there!), so when I see one, I will turn and look. But today, when I turn to look...no redhead.

So I have been trying to determine how a dream, admittedly powerful, could cause such "real" sensory stimulii, even now hours after the fact.

At first I thought I was going crazy. Then I tweeted a question asking if anyone else had experienced anything similar. I received several responses from people saying they had experienced that very thing before, to different degrees. So now I know I am not crazy.

The one question that remains, what does this all mean.

That will be a story for tomorrow!