We walked on the street, making our way through the thinning crowds of queers celebrating the end of Pride Fest, when she grabbed my hand and pulled me in closer to her. "You know I like you, right?" she asks me.

"Uh-huh," I said, grinning at her, realizing she was admitting something we never actually spoke about to each other. "I like you too." The sky was beginning to turn pink behind her, clouds breaking from the earlier rain. The air was sweet.

"But I really like you," she said as she looked at me in a way that read sincerely but not intense. We stopped walking, and I looked up to her and said, "I really like you too, even though I know I've got an odd way of showing it."

I spoke of my worry about being intense but kept quiet about my fear of repeating poor behavior patterns. I mirror. I withdraw. I'm inconsistent. I'm pretty great in the beginning, but that fades. I don't know how to keep up with the expectations that even I have set for myself.

I didn't expect to go home with her, but I'm not mad at the last-minute impulsivity. It's Libra season, what better way to celebrate than to hook up with one? It was a win for her as well, considering we share the same Sun sign.

She's explored my body a few times since knowing each other, but there was something different about how she kissed me and grabbed me like she couldn't get enough. She kissed my mouth and bit my neck before she made her way down to what was throbbing and wet between my thighs. She almost got me there before stopping, unknowingly driving me up the fucking wall with how close I was to coming for her. But, instead, she wasted no time asking for what she wanted.

"Can I strap you?"

Okay, this was definitely worth her stopping.

"Please?" I moan out because wow, yes, absolutely.

The few experiences I've had with straps have had one commonality: I prefer riding it than taking it any other way. I think it has something to do with feeling less vulnerable and even more so seeing her face watch my body move instinctively - craving more.

With her back on her bed and her hands on my hips, she locks me into place, thrusting up and down at a pace I can't match. I fold my body into hers as she wraps her arms around my waist. Release feels so good when you've been pent up for some time. She gave everything to me, even what I couldn't take.

My legs trembled, climbing off of her before realizing just how much of a mess was made.

I returned the favor in my way, but I'll keep those memories to myself.