My Favourite Dish

is now HIS favourite dish, too.

I don't usually make it because it takes forever to prep and then forever to roast to perfection, but it's essentially a chopped roasted veggie and tofu with pasta dish. I've been making it for a long time, but last was probably 2 years ago. I have always personally loved this dish of mine, but no one I had made it for in the past was ever that big on it. They'd eat it, but they all thought it was meh while I think it's the most delicious thing I ever make.

So, I made it to share with Derek last night, and the man went freaking nuts over it. He wanted to know everything about it, ingredients, instructions, proportions, the history of how I started making it, alternate versions, reviews. LOL! He then said it was the kind of meal his grandmother makes (and, he's insane for her food), and that this is now HIS new favourite dish, too. Said he could eat it everyday, as could I. He took some for leftovers (he would have taken the entire thing if I had let him), so he won't help but think of me today as he eats his lunch, and while he does, he also won't help but be reminded of the incredible orgasm I gave him afterwards that had him numb, laughing, shaking, and passing out cold within five minutes.

I took real great and perfect care of him, last night, very very nice. He has no reason today to be anything but an absolutely contented and satisfied man indeed. Now comes a bit of gameplay, as I do a 180 and suddenly cut that out. Don't just keep giving and giving, they say. Good time to pull back, just as he's happy and hoping for or expecting more. Oh, I don't enjoy playing these games, but in his case, it really won't hurt either way. If nothing else, he'll just be intrigued by my behaviour, so at least he's kept guessing and not bored.

I know he's beginning to like the orgasms I give him too much. He now brings up whatever sex it was the next day, usually how much I help send him off into deep sleep, how incredible he feels the next morning, how awesome his body felt at the time. That's because I've been approaching this lately in a very respecting way. I know he needs a great night's sleep every night to function his best the next day. So, instead of trying to bug him and fiddle with him all night and exhaust him the next day so that he'll eventually be forced to kick me out at nights to get real sleep, I now make sure I've got him all finished up and asleep by midnight, or by 1, if he fell asleep earlier, napped, and was able to stir enough to be aroused. If I'm not done by 1, I don't press any further with the sex and touches and let him sleep. Or, if I know I won't be falling asleep with him, I'll just go home so not to disturb him by moving around and touching him. This works better than just going at him all night long, as I am now keeping in mind and respecting that primal need. So, he's been getting better and better sleep instead of less due to me, and he's liking it. I should have been doing this the whole time. He and I are not the same, and even though I would love every night all-night romps no matter the consequences, his waking life is all based on activity and fitness and health. I was depriving him of that which he needed as fuel to be himself during the day. Now that I'm ensuring this need and doing so well at it, he's going to come to rely on me as best provider of this need, as his sleep aid. He's starting to get hooked. Yup. . . crafty b***h, right here. To what end, I'm sure is going to be no different from whatever end it was always going to be.

But, at least I'm having fun trying to be clever, even if it amounts to absolute retardation.

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Mopy
LOL! Thanks. I doubt it's more interesting, I think I just get excited about nothing and it reflects.

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Mopy
I just have to say, I always look forward to your posts- your life is so much more interesting than mine! c:
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