Waking up next to a guy for the first time is a life changing experience. Especially when he’s sexy and you’re both naked.
I learned a lot about myself the night before.
I can be very passionate, and I’m much more free and confident in my body than I ever thought I would be, even though I still had my reservations.
That morning, when we woke up, he started walking around his studio apt. I laid in bed appreciating his toned dancer body. He was a work of art. With no shades drawn, anyone in the city with a view could appreciate his body as well. I really admired his moxy. He confidently walked into the kitchen to start making breakfast and then strolled up to his closet to take out a pair of sexy briefs. I watched him slip them on with the excitement of the night before still reeling in my mind.
When he went back into the kitchen, I searched the floor for my boxer briefs and slid them on. Still on a high from the night before, I felt the confidence to walk around in just boxers (not my norm). I walked into the kitchen to watch him cook breakfast. I stood leaning against the doorway while he was making coffee and an egg scramble of proportions I had never seen before. Fresh cut tomatoes, peppers, onions, mozzarella cheese, spinach, egg whites… the list goes on. Watching a man cook (especially in briefs while doing it for me) is sexy as hell.
When the opportune moment arose, I walked up behind him, put my arms around him with our bodies pressed against each other and started kissing his neck. I needed to show my appreciation for an amazing night and such an elaborate breakfast after meeting the guy for the first time only hours earlier. I think at that moment I realized we had great chemistry and this was going to be something that lasted.
And walk of shame? F*(k that!
I loved my walk of “shame.” All the judgmental looks I got (or imagined getting) from everyone made me feel alive.
For the first time in my life, I spent my night in the arms of a man. My face was glowing the whole walk home. And it was amazing!