Unless you’ve ever experienced the kind of chemistry CS and I had, it’s hard to describe. We were never able to keep our hands off each other, even in public. Our first date, we ended up in the same booth at a restaurant, with his hand down my pants, and he almost gave me my first public orgasm. On our third date, CS and I both took a Friday off. We went to a local brewery and spent about eight hours drinking beer. At the end of the night, we were approached by the owner who told us “If you don’t tone it down, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You guys are being lewd.” This week, I had a couple come into the bar/restaurant where I work. This couple sat at the bar for six hours and told me that this was in the middle of where they lived, and they could not visit each others houses. Exact same situation. By the end of the night, she was straddling him on the bar chair. Since there were no kids near, I smiled and told the manager to just let it go. Because I get it. And my body is craving that chemistry. And witnessing that situation, made the hurt come back just a little. I didn’t cry. But I did proceed to go out and do fireball shots with my new bar peeps to numb the ache of the scar that’s just beginning to heal.
When fire and gasoline meet, the chemistry of both components skip the spark stage all together and move straight toward an explosion. It’s hot, it’s dangerous, and it burns out quickly. And then what’s left is embers that still smolder. CS was the gasoline, I was the fire. He burned through me and moved on. But I’d still give anything to feel him inside me one last time. (break up sex anyone?). I don’t even like him as a person anymore. But I’m craving that pure, physical chemistry.
My advice to the couple at the bar would be to slow it down. Spend a day with no alcohol and just having fun with each other. Don’t do anything but kiss. Because when you ignite too fast, you burn the entire house down.