Too Much Lube Violates TSA Requirements

Mandy was married. I was single.

Mandy was also my second lover. She was the one that turned sleeping with married women into a fetish: the hurried late night texts; the secret confessions; the “I’ve never done this before” comments.

Someday it’s all going to come back and bite me in the ass. I’m pretty sure of this. I have zero trust in long term relationships, actively sabotaging any chance of a healthy existence for any number of reasons. Like tonight.

Tonight I cancelled a perfectly good date with a perfectly great Project Manager to pick Ali up from LAX. As timelines go, Ali and I are probably in this for a few more months before something explodes.

Maybe Project Manager will still be around to help me pick up the pieces.

“I have to go out of town for the week,” I texted Project Manager when I learned Ali would be in town. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back. Promise.”

My phone chimed with a photo of a pot of home made pasta sauce; a family recipe Project Manager had told me about during our first date, the same date I asked Project Manager to promise to make her family sauce for me someday. The same date Project Manager laughed her warm laugh then kissed me on the cheek and agreed as long as I behaved.

Another chime; kiss emoji.

Project Manager probably won’t be around for much longer, but that’s for later.

Ali and I met three weeks ago at a bar during a conference meet-and-greet. I was an out-of-towner and she was a friendly chat. Somewhere between our first drink and my hand sliding up her skirt, she made me promise to take her to a California beach. "I've never seen an ocean," she whispered in my ear.

We exchanged numbers and promised to keep in touch.

She texted the next morning to meet up for drinks. "Tonight,” read her text.

“It’s a date,” I agreed; wink emoji.

We ended in my room and fucked, slept, woke up, showered, and fucked again.

Sunday morning light broke through the curtains when she started to get dressed to leave. I asked about her wedding ring. “It’s complicated,” she responded as she adjusted her bra. I reached out to her and pulled her in for a kiss. Her lips welcomed mine; I pulled her closer and pushed her on her back. My lips found their way to her vagina. “We’re out of condoms,” she reminded me while she ran her fingers through my hair. I continued to suck and lick until she motioned me to come up, grabbed my penis, and slid me in. "Tell me when you’re close."

We fucked with her legs wrapped around me; I grabbed her throat and pumped until I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I’m close,” I told her, and pulled out ready to stroke myself and finish on her stomach. She had a different idea. She flipped forward, grabbed my shaft, cancelling my orgasm, and sucked on the tip of my penis until I orgasmed.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve swallowed.”

“You’re a natural,” I said as I laid back down.

We met up a few more times that week. Sometimes just for drinks. Sometimes just to fuck. Each date would finish with a blowjob or handjob or a combination of both.

The conference ended Friday afternoon, and in the evening she was on top of me with eyes were closed. She made made small circles above her clit with one hand. She glowed from having just orgasmed.

Her dress was still on.

I raised her skirt and tapped her thigh to let her know that I was close. She didn’t stop. I tapped again.

“Im going to miss you,” she said and sped up, “Stay inside.”

I closed my eyes and emptied myself inside her as she came again.

We fucked the next morning once more before my flight. She reminded me of my beach promise and kissed me goodbye.

We texted each other for weeks. Texts to coordinate possible Beach Date; texts of videos of her masturbating; text to porn links of things she’d like to try.

Her last text grouping before boarding her flight was of a video link of a woman with a vibrator inside her vagina while her partner slowly pushed into her ass, a link for lube, and comments, “I have a carry on," and "Lube won’t get past TSA.”

“I’ve never done this before,” read her last text. “I want you to you cum in my ass.”