There was a time where Mikey was Wiley E. Coyote and I was the Road Runner. He was the cat and I was the mouse. He was the Lion trying to get me in his lair. He couldn’t hold on to me, keep me there, I HAD TO GO.

This wasn’t on purpose on my part, I just needed to run. I had to leave.

Like Dixie my dog I rescued years ago, I too had a past where I felt abandoned. Although I don’t know Dixie’s backstory, I know that as much as she craved and needed love, she feared it more. It was obvious that Dixie never knew a loving touch. Now, that wasn’t specifically my case, but Dixie Devil Dog and I have some things in common.

Dixie wanted to be petted and loved by me. She would scooch her backside to me as I would give her loving pets, but then, when she was about to surrender to my touch, she would bolt, yes, run and I couldn’t catch her. At the time, it was too much for her, and Mike was too much for me. But, like Dixie, I would always return.

I enjoyed Mikey’s touch, but when we would get hot and heavy, I would have to RUN. It was so deep in me, it wasn’t a choice. It was a reaction. It was time to say “see you later Mike, I gotta go, adios, buh bye.”

I wasn’t ready for any other base than first with that man. My body was, but my head wasn’t nor was my heart. Trust me, I’m certain he would have been a hitting a GRAND SLAM HOME RUN from the start, with all the fire works and bells and whistles but my fear was bigger than my fire and my fire was an inferno.

Oh, but that beautiful hit to first. That man would let me kiss him for hours. Have I ever mentioned those delicious lips of his? I loved every second of every kiss, every nibble of that man.

Now, it wasn’t always like this. His first kiss and subsequent kisses were too much for me. Literally too much. Passionate, but there was so much power behind them. Like I would fall back if my feet weren’t sturdy on the ground… But then there was a moment. The moment I went to bat.

“You can sit a little closer to me you know, I won’t bite.” Mikey said in that calm low tone that made me nervous and silently purr at the same time.

We were sitting in his spacious living room on the big comfy white sectional sofa. The living room was grand yet cozy, just like Mikey. Tall ceilings that soared with the soft lights from outside coming through the windows that were just as big as the walls. The television over the fire place had the Dodger game on, opening ceremony, with Vince Scully’s voice in the background, but I wasn’t paying much attention. I was sitting somewhat frozen like Dixie, wanting to be there and fearful at the same time. The smell of the popcorn he made lingered in the air and I noticed two little pieces of popcorn on the oak floor. The coffee table held books like “Strong Fathers, Strong Daughters,” “Building Generational Wealth,” “The Teenage Brain” and a copy of Santa Clara Magazine. Mike was relaxed sitting in the corner of the sectional and me close to him but not that close. His salt and pepper hair neatly messy that matched his perfectly trimmed beard and mustache that framed his beautiful lips. He was wearing a pair of jeans by AG and a golf shirt with a UCLA emblem. His bare feet that look like they belong to a 20 year old propped on the couch. Me, jeans, also barefoot, and a button down white cotton shirt that displayed just enough of me, but not too much. I needed to wear cotton with Mike, conscientious that I heat up when we are together.

I slowly scooched Dixie style next to Mikey. I then propped myself up on my knees, turned to him and gently placed my lips on his and gave him a soft, real, affectionate, sincere kiss. I could taste the salt from the popcorn on his lips, and his warm delicious breath met mine.

Mikey kissed me back, softly this time, and whispered in my ear, “Oh, now I see, you need to come to me.”

We didn’t stop kissing.He seemed to bask in my affection and kisses the way Dixie basks in the sun. Eventually he gave me a past due tour of the first floor of his castle, his home. We kissed in the kitchen, the office, the foyer, in the spare room, in the dining room, the den, and in the garage. Like a home tour with kisses.

My body was on fire. Primal desire with this man. He was just as hot, it was evident. I didn’t need proof, but when he leaned into me while we were standing in the garage to look at his new used motorcycle, I felt all the proof I needed.

As we went back to the living room the Dodgers were still playing the Diamondbacks. It was the 10th inning with a score of 9-9 with Gavin Lux up to bat. Mike and I sat on the couch and continued our kissing. Then, to my surprise, naughty Mikey broke into that boyish grin and showed me his proof that he was just as hot and heavy.

Me, I looked at his glorious proof, his proof that was strong, his proof that was sturdy, his proof that was the picture of health, his proof that is beautiful like the rest of him, and I replied.

‘”Oh my.”

“Thank you for a wonderful evening, popcorn, Dodgers and your company, but I have to get home to my dogs.” The only difference with me and Dixie is I said goodbye.

I arrived home, washed my face with cold water and slid myself into bed still smiling. Dixie curled into me. We were safe.

As I was falling asleep, my phone buzzed… It was a text from Michael.

“Thank you for your company which I enjoyed immensely. I am currently at Little Company of Mary Hospital due to my prolonged erection. I hope to be out in the morning. Sleep tight.”

Oh how he loves to play with me. That cat playing with the mouse.

I responded.

“I’m sure the nurses will take excellent care of you. Thank you for dinner and a fun night.”

Goodnight.

The End (or the beginning.)

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