Moments that Matter II

This weekend in Chicago was International Mr. Leather. This is the season of lilacs and leather chaps. M., my friend J. and I went to the Leather Mart, a two story "expo" of all the leather goodies. Merchants fly in from all corners of the globe with their leather vests, mondo dildos and urethra expanding kits. *shudder* It was very surprisng to me to find so many medical instruments in the expo. M. asked if they were illegal, and I don't think so, but I don't think that they should be administered by anyone other than a trained professional. I left them in the dark as to the true nature of many of them: ignorance is bliss.

Later, two of my friends went out to Pornopolooza 5 where you had porn stars dancing, teasing and gyrating for the crowd. I have a new favorite porn star Patrick Knight. The three of us felt he was breath taking. The event did get my motor running: bouncing sweaty, semi-naked bodies are always a turn on.

The clock struck 2 am and the three of us headed home, well before the main throng of porn stars made it through. I stripped off my smoke smelling clothes, and spooned up to M., laying on his side. When I reached my arm around him, he lifted up his so I could get my arm into the hug. Of course, I would like a life of hard bodies surrounding me eager for sex, but remarkably this was more satisfying than the Patrick snapping his jock strap band.

That is my new definition of home. That one moment.