Another Sex Blog

I have been fortunate in the last few weeks to have some really excellent sex. I wrote a few posts ago about one of my encounters. But there have been two more since then.

There’s a guy whose picture had me drooling. On top of that he wrote completely legible emails. lol. And then. I met him.

(Actually, it took a while. He doesn’t live in Chicago, though he says he’s moving here

– aside: isn’t that a bit sad, that I have to say he “says” he’s moving here? This site is really jading me! –

so, it took a while for us to find a time when he was here and when I was free.)

He didn’t look exactly like his picture. I mean, I recognized he was the guy I was supposed to be meeting, but I wouldn’t have recognized him if I just randomly ran into him somewhere. He was better looking in real life. Though, I’m almost completely positive that that had more to do with chemistry/personality/aura/whatever than anything else. I liked him. It was just a bonus that he was hot.

That’s a slight problem, I think, with online dating. (Or whatever you want to call it; dating is just the most convenient term.) Chemistry just doesn’t translate online. I can think someone’s completely perfect from online, but IRL it just falls flat. There’s no spark. The opposite is also true; I can meet someone IRL that I just feel a click with but I’m able to figure out that I probably wouldn’t have been attracted to them on paper, or uhm, on screen. I want both, though, you know? I want all the stuff that *matters* to me — from philosophy of life to knowing the damn difference between you’re and your — AND to feel that WOW feeling. Sorry, I’m digressing.

So, I really liked talking to this guy. Of course, the benefit of this site, as opposed to the aforementioned minus, is that I already know that he’s not going to be put off by my wanting to have sex on the first “date” and he already knows that I’m… enthusiastic… about sex. Yay! Big plus. I don’t have to worry that I’m going to freak some guy out. I assume anyone reading this pretty much isn’t judging me for my sluttiness (no, that word doesn’t bother me. It’s the tone some people say it with that’s offensive, not the word itself.) but I also assume you know guys who *would* so you can imagine what I’m talking about.

Up to the hotel room. We met in the bar of the hotel he was staying at.

I’d had too much to drink. I almost always do the first time I meet someone. Also, since this particular date happened last week and I’ve had another since then, I’m not entirely sure about sequence of events.

He was a great kisser. I’m not really a fanatic about kissing. It’s far from the most important (sexual) trait or ability of a guy I’m interested in. But, it sure is nice when he’s good at it.

He has a near perfect cock. Well, for me. I’m sure different women like different features. If you’ve been reading anything I’ve written you know I LOVE giving head. And I liked it with him, too, but I even could just give him handjobs for forever. Ok, for as long as it took for my hand to cramp. lol.

Actually, he told me I could name him by his Adult FriendFinder name here, but for some reason, I’m not really comfortable doing that. I think I’ve just trained myself to NOT do that. When I first starting writing here I wanted to always share who I was talking about and I’d have to go back through my writing to make sure I didn’t really ID anyone. If you want to out yourself, you know who, feel free. Maybe you should wait to read the entire post, though.

I rarely actually LOOK at a guy’s penis. (I much prefer the word cock, but don’t like using the same word over and over when there’s alternatives!) I like closing my eyes during sexual activity. It’s not that I don’t LIKE looking, but I have a hard time on concentrating on more than one sensation at a time. If I’m looking than I’m enjoying that and not enjoying taste, or scent, or touch. Anyway, I’m admitting that I couldn’t pick out his cock in a lineup. I prefer uncircumcised over circumcised. NOT that I’d turn down a circumcised cock! hehe. But, I just like ‘em better. I don’t pay attention to that part of a guy’s profile, though. It’s not something that would make any difference in whether or not I reply to someone’s email or meet with them. So, I didn’t know going into the meeting that he was uncut. Just another YAY!

I am not at all being linear, am I? Oh well.

We had anal sex. Quite possible the most enjoyable anal I’ve ever had, other than, or equal to, when I’m full-out-party masturbating. I do like anal. SOMETIMES. <— emphasis so that I don’t get a gazillion guys who are only interested in that! Unlike my writing, I’m not very communicative talking. Not all guys really know what to do to make anal pleasurable, let alone not UNcomfortable. He totally did. (And a quiet thank you to others on here whom I’ve had good anal with, too.)

I can’t wait to have him inside me again. Any and all orifices. And I really hope I can spend a longer period of time with him. Not necessarily in the midst of all of our blood being in the lower half of our torsos, either.

I’m trying not to get TOO worked up and giddy over him. The last time, recently, I did that, I was very disappointed. I hate that.

The sex was out of this world. I really am grateful that I’ve been able to have so many fabulous sexual experiences. But I really think I’d be (slightly) disappointed, but ok if all he wanted was to chat sometimes. I’d be a little bit more disappointed if he only wanted to fuck and didn’t want to ever chat. I’m still waiting to find out if either, or neither, is going to be the case.

Oh, and the title of this post? I, like a LOT of women, refer to guys that I meet/date/fuck by some identifying nickname. I have a few friends that I can talk about my dates with and it’s easier for them if I refer to them as so-and-so guy than by their name. Especially since I’ve met with a ridiculous number of guys named Jay. But anyway… after I left his room and got into my car and was still in that post-orgasmic haze, I actually said out loud to myself “Oh my god, I just fucked George Clooney.” So, this guy is George Clooney guy. It’s not even a physical resemblance. He’s got the charm of GC. I don’t think he has a pet pig, though. Come to think of it, we didn’t talk about pets, so I don’t really know that for sure.

WHY do people go out of their way to say things to make another person feel badly? I mean, really, if it’s gonna take all that effort to do it, why not just say nothing at all and let it go?

I have accounts all over the damn web. Apparently, if you’re *PSYCHO* and have WAY too much time on your hands, you can track down my various accounts. (Wondering how much time it took this guy to do that.)

Anyway. I have accounts/profiles on match and on my space (along with quite a few other sites.) This morning I got an email on my space which just ruined my day. He, the sender, berated me for the activities I’ve been engaging in and posting about here. Now, understand, I do NOT feel bad about myself or about what I’ve been up to. He says in his email “you’re not garbage.” Yeah, no shit I’m not, fuckhead. (Oops, did I say that out loud?) But I find it extremely depressing that someone would take all this time to track me down to a site where they could write to me for free — cheapass — and then write a LONG email telling me how disturbed I am. I KNOW that a lot of people out there would/do disapprove of my choices. Do they need to tell me about it? I’m bordering on atheism. Do I go track down religious people and tell them what a huge mistake they’re making with their life wasting them time on such nonsense? (For those of you reading who ARE religious, no that’s not how I feel about it/you. I could be wrong and you could be right and EVEN IF I’m right and you’re wrong, I don’t see what right I would have to try to make you feel badly. That would just make me MEAN.)

Why do my posts always end up so much longer than I expect them to when I start them?

So, here’s the letter I got from Joe Kickass, who according to his profile there is a 30 year old guy from Chicago, on my space.

Oh, and the line he mentions about my mentioning sex in my G-rated profile is this: “I love talking about and reading about sex. (I want to say “in an intellectual way”, but that sounds so pretentious and I can’t think of a better way to say it… oh, well, guess I said “intellectual” anyway.) Do NOT take that as an invitation to send me crude come-ons. However, also realize that if the topic of sex makes you uncomfortable, I will probably make you uncomfortable sooner or later.”

Date: Jul 6, 2006 10:48 PM
Subject: Concern
Hello,

I felt compelled enough to sign-up on this website just to write you. I actually saw your profile on Match and thought we had a lot in common (hobbies, music, interests, religion (well, lack of believing in it), etc.). You were very articulate (it’s better than the typical profiles that are written all in caps and broken English), and of course, I thought you looked very attractive. But, I got to the paragraph about the sex discussion, which I thought was unusual. That kind of stopped me in my tracks, but I still kept your profile in mind just in case I changed my mind.

Being the pessimist that I am, I actually look on other websites and do other searches on the Internet to see if the same people that I’d like to write have profiles elsewhere (also, it is free to write people on some of these other websites). Many of these websites are written poorly enough that I could just pull up all the content and photos without even logging in. I also think Match.com sucks as far the content they’re asking members to input… most people cannot even string a few sentences together let alone fill in all of the blank areas the websites leave for text. Now, I mentioned pessimist since I actually look for a little more than what people want to share on Match. I have already had a few experiences where the women I was in contact with (or dated) were completely different than who they claimed to be. I don’t even want to waste my time on someone that cannot be honest with me from the beginning.

Well, as it turned out, I saw a profile on AdultFriendinder.com that somewhat matched up to what you had posted on Match. I at first thought you posted a profile as a joke, but I was shocked at what you have been doing… so much so that it made me feel really bad for you. Even though we don’t know one another at all (although, it is possible since I’m right around Park Ridge), I could see that you do not realize what you’re getting into… you might not even understand why you want to be involved with those activities. By no means do I think are you probably going to listen to anything I say, but you are really damaging yourself and your future by getting involved with those cold, meaningless relationships. You’ve probably kept what you are involved in secret from your friends (the people on AdultFriendFinder aren’t your friends) and family. A good hint is if it is something that you’re too embarrassed or ashamed about to even talk about it with your family. You really need to speak with someone to get some help, so you can have a future with a guy (not me… I’m writing you out of concern and that is all) that will respect you, take care of you, and love you. The more you are involved physically with other guys the more distant you will be from finding a “good” guy and being able to sustain a lasting relationship with him. It is easy to be sold on relationships with nothing more than physical involvement, but after it is over you are left with nothing on the emotional level except emptiness.

There will always be plenty of guys interested in being with you for one night, but if you don’t stop you’ll end up being in your 40s/50s alone and only with the experience of being with guys that only cared about you until they were done with you for the night and long gone. You are not garbage, and you cannot continue to let your dignity and respect continue to diminish because of ill contrived fantasies. And, even though you are saying you are “safe” when you get involved in these activities, you are not (especially when you are in contact with any bodily fluids). You are putting your health and safety in jeopardy every time you get together with any of those guys. Eventually, someone has to lose at Russian Roulette.

Even though you’re more than capable of finding one, if you want, I can suggest a therapist that you could speak with about all of this. I can tell by your writings that there is much more inside of emotionally than maybe even you realize. I know you’re an adult and can do whatever you choose to do (it’s your right). All I know is that if I had a friend that looked out for me when I was getting myself involved in a destructive situation, I would be very grateful that they were there for me when I didn’t know I needed them.

Sorry that I was intrusive, but I just got really concerned. If you want to reply, rant, ask me something, etc.; that is fine with me. Otherwise, I won’t be contacting you again. I hope everything for you turns out well.

-J

Ok, this is too long, but I’m still going to post what I wrote to him in response — I couldn’t help myself!

Dammit, my day is ruined and it’s only 8:30 a.m.

Here’s what I wrote back to him:

Who the fuck do you think you are?

I don’t know why you might have even thought for a second we might be compatible since my mentioning that I like to talk about sex freaked you out. A bit repressed, maybe? You should see a therapist if talking about sex — especially JUST in a sociological/scientific — makes you that uncomfortable. That’s really unhealthy.

I’m assuming you know what I’ve “been doing” from reading my blog on Adult FriendFinder. I *do* find it a little odd that someone so uncomfortable with the topic of sex would even be ON Adult FriendFinder… another indication that you’re conflicted about your sexuality?

These aren’t “cold, meaningless relationships” because they’re not “relationships.” Well, at least not any more so than the “relationship” I have with my accountant or my opthamologist. And, actually, you’re wrong about my keeping this a secret! LOL! Most of my friends know. My mother and my sister know. Though not *details* but only because they don’t *want* to know those — and I know that because they’ve told me. Same with my coworkers. How much do YOUR friends and family know about your sexual activities and fantasies, btw? Mine know that I go to a weekly BDSM munch (google it if you don’t know what that is.)

I guess you’re not aware of the fact that there are people out there VERY different from you. I won’t be able to find a guy who can respect and love me? First, who says that’s what I want? I have some fabulous women friends in their 60s and 70s who have never been married and are extraordinarily happy with their lives. I’m not saying you *can’t* be married and have that kind of happiness, but it’s absolutely not necessary. I also have an extremely close and tight-knit group of friends AND extended family. The only way I’d be “alone” in my 40s/50s is, I suppose, if some sort of plague wiped all of those people out and I was somehow miraculously spared. Anyway, second, there ARE guys who not only wouldn’t mind my past, but would find it a PLUS. I have the feeling you won’t believe that because YOU don’t feel that way and it’s unlikely you’ve spoken directly to people who have told you that they do feel that way. If you want to get an idea of the variety of people out there and the types of relationships that are possible, check out Alt.com, too. And, yes, I know people in HAPPY polyamorous relationships, also.

Even if I was a virgin, though, I would never EVER fall in love nor commit myself to the type of man who would hold that against me or against any woman.

You’re DAMNED right I’m not garbage! Which is why I’m so offended that you’re writing to me as if I were. Would you have this horrible opinion of me if I were a guy? Uhm, NO! I realize that everyone has their own prejudices but I think it’s useful to be aware of them. You’re sexist. Another thing you might want to talk to your therapist about.

As far as being “safe” — don’t be a complete idiot. The only “safe” sex is sex with yourself. And come to think of it, with some of those cheap vibrators and other toys out there, that comes with potential hazards, too. I suppose I could be more PC and say “safer” sex.

I’d love to know what “I can tell by your writings that there is much more inside of emotionally than maybe even you realize” means, btw.

I am so completely enraged at your audacity and judgementalness (is that a word?) I don’t even know how to express it. I think I’m most upset by the fact that you just ASSUME that I even WANT to find “the one.” That all I would ever want in this world above ALL else, including physical pleasure would be “a guy that will respect you, take care of you, and love you.” TAKE CARE OF ME? What century IS this? Uhm, thanks, I can do that myself.

Oh yeah, I wanted to ask, how exactly being “physical” with other guys would keep me from being able to “sustain a lasting relationship”? What’s the connection?

I really am interested in your response to all of this. Unlike you, I’m actually interested in how people other than me think. And please include a photo. That’s only fair considering you’ve seen MORE than enough of me, don’t you think? (If I was so *ashamed* of what I’ve been doing, why would I have my photo out there???)

(and I signed my first name to the bottom).

I’m an optimist. Which basically means that — well, actually it means I do spend a lot of my time quite happy. Looking forward to things. Being hopeful. But it also means I’m frequently disappointed.

I went on another second date. And to all you people who might be thinking, hey, I thought you were on hiatus… oh just shut up. Alright, I might as well address that first.

I was on hiatus from AFF. I’m on another site that’s like the evil twin of AdultFriendFinder. I hadn’t been very active over there before, but thought I’d give it a chance. So, actually I *have* been seeing new people. Just only new very kinky people. Ok. End of confession.

So, in my post about no more 2nd dates, I mentioned a guy who I said I *would* go on a second date with. And then he emailed me. Having read that. I think. So, I said yes.

On the first date, he was awesomely nice to me. He flirted with me. He gave me compliments — lots of them. Even though compliments make me a bit uncomfortable and I can never completely believe them, I’m still a complete sucker for them. And once we got to the down and dirty stuff, he was attentive. If you know what I mean. (Pssst… that means he seemed to both *care* if I came AND made an active attempt to make it happen.)

I just got home from the second date. Originally it was supposed to be from 8 p.m. tonight right through til tomorrow. Then he moved it up to this afternoon. And made reference to how it would be a close to 24 hour session. Or at least 24 hours of being together. Take a look at the time of this post. Yeah. I’m home.

Second date was EXACTLY what I said they all are in my previous post when I declared my new no 2nd date rule. Except that it didn’t last only an hour. Looking at that other post I see that I didn’t actually write as much as I thought I did. Other second dates were lasting about an hour. That whole call girl reference was referring to that. So, this one lasted a lot longer, but relative to how long it was supposed to go, is this really any different?

And instead of my not coming at all when the guy does get to come, this time I didn’t come and he came three times. He may be reading this and be pissed off that I’m complaining. I don’t know. If so, let me point out that it’s not personal. It’s just how guys are, I guess. I should know that by now. He’s also probably thinking that I came twice. NO, I said “I’m going to cum” twice. Not the same thing.

Oh, and not one compliment at all. Good to see you doesn’t count.

Really this post is not about him. It’s about me being stupidly optimistic and not paying attention to my own rules that I made based on my own observations. I’m sure I’ll do it again.

I don’t think it’s possible to have what I say I want in my profile. My new one. Yes, I’m changing the subject. Guys can’t be extraordinarily turned on by a girl and really really want to fuck her AND like her. (I don’t mean to rant against men — it’s just that I’m looking for a guy to do that so it doesn’t concern me whether or not it’s possible for women. Or anteaters. Or elm trees.) Someone said in response to my new profile — back when it was just a blog posting — that awww, I was looking for love. No, I’m not. All I want is like. I really don’t need love and devotion and commitment and all that. I just want to be liked AND lusted after.

I don’t think that’s possible. So, back to one date only. Because I don’t want to give up the sex that I love so much just to have some guy like me. My friends like me. My family, most of them, like me. Hell, most of the time *I* like me, too. I don’t actually lust after myself, but I do make myself cum… I think I’m just going to hang out with myself for a while.

Guys who are reading this… if anyone’s gotten all the way this far!… this is NOT an anti-guy rant. I love men. I *like* them. This post is mainly a reminder for myself to read.

1) Do NOT go on second dates! You will NOT have good sex AND you’ll be reminded that the guy doesn’t LIKE you. Stop. Don’t do it!

2) If the guy doesn’t get you off just do it yourself. And if he makes a joke about you doing so, punch him in the balls while he’s still lying there naked and go back to what you were doing.

3) Don’t let guys know that you like sex and not just sex with them. Guys SAY that’s appealing. Then they get all grumpy when you make any reference to it.

4) Make sure that there’s still some ice cream in the refrigerator when you get home from a date because it really sucks to be depressed and have to get back in your car to go get some.

No, the two concepts are NOT mutually exclusive.

I understand that there are people who have no desire to have sex with a lot of people and/or don’t want to be with someone who has. And I don’t judge them. I have a friend who has every intention of staying a virgin until marriage. As long as that’s what she really wants (as opposed to thinking that’s what she’s *supposed* to want), I applaud her for living her life the way that makes sense to her. (And, btw, with this friend in particular, I DO believe that it’s what she really wants.)

So, it irritates me when people judge me for wanting to not only have lots of sex, but also to have lots of sex with lots of people. That’s to be expected, though, even thought it irritates me.

I had a conversation with another friend recently, a guy, who knows some about my “adventures” on AFF. He said, “You know, this may be fun but none of these guys are going to actually respect you at all when it’s all said and done.”

??? My reaction: Uhm, if they don’t respect me afterwards then they probably didn’t beforehand either and in either case, I don’t really CARE for their “respect”. It’s not worth anything. It takes TWO– or more, if we’re lucky — to participate in these supposedly unrespectable activities. And, btw, I’m not going into a anti-man-double-standard-for-women rant. It just happens that I’m a woman who’s having sex with men. I’m pretty sure I could be typing this post if the combination were any other sort, too.

I kind of referred to this idea in my last post, I think. I only want to be with a guy who DOES respect that I love sex. And that I love having sex with a variety of people. My *ideal* would be having a steady relationship with someone who was *turned on* by that. But, just accepting it is all that’s necessary.

I have had some of the guys I’ve met act as though they’re surprised that I’ve met with and plan on continuing to meet with OTHER guys from the site. Hello? Was I the only girl you were emailing and hoping to hook up with? Did you notice my I CALL myself a slut?

Anyway, what prompted this post? A post from another blog that I chanced upon.

It’s a post about men thinking of women as sluts and calling them that and acting towards them like that and about how a guy couldn’t respect a woman like that so why does he do that? Ok, that’s not the best summary, but hopefully it sort of makes sense anyway.

I guess a huge part of the problem, and I DO think there’s a problem, is that there’s no word for a woman who “sleeps around” that isn’t derogatory. I no longer think of “slut” as deragotory, so I don’t mind using it. (Well, also cuz dirty talk and being called names in a sexual context turns me on…) Ahem, anyway.

Anyway, I’ve realized that I sometimes read way too much into emails or what’s written in blogs, so maybe I’m doing that once again, but the blog author and some of the comment writers seemed to be so… negative towards people who DO sleep around. Like I said above, I have NO problem whatsoever with people who DON’T sleep around. Or who don’t understand why someone would. But don’t make assumptions about the type of person than I am just because I want to and do.

And this wasn’t in that blog post or comments, but I’ve read implied elsewhere…

No, I was not abused as a child. I wasn’t neglected. I actually had a rather wonderful childhood. I’m not looking for sex to make up for anything else missing in my life. I just like it. I like how it feels. How it makes me feel.

So, this is why I love this blogging thing. Something prompts me to have something to say. And now I have a place to say it.

I know the author of the blog piece above was NOT trying to make anyone feel badly. And I’m not at all trying to make HER or the commenters feel badly either! I just want to offer up my point of view for consideration. Sometimes it just really feels good to pour all these thoughts out of my brain, too.

Ok… just so you know, I REALLY hardly ever drink. HOWEVER… librarian conferences are *really* known for heavy partying and drinking. Well, they are if you’re a librarian anyway.

So. Brief summary.

Coyote Ugly Bar. Yes, it/they actually exist, it’s not just a movie. Me. Drunk. Skanky outfit (if modified). Dancing on bar. Flirting with incredibly gorgeous 33 yr. old French Canadian.

Sex.

I didn’t even cum. But damn, he was good with his hands anyway. Wow.

BTW - not cumming had nothing to do with him. It just wasn’t happening. Not a big deal.

You know what? I really do enjoy this whole slut persona. Not giving a fuck. Just fucking. Even some people on AFF, a SEX dating site, have a not so great opinion of people like me. But, you know what? It’s fun. EVEN if I don’t cum. It’s STILL fun. I love it. I love getting a lot of sex and not giving a fuck what others think about that. And I love fucking guys who either really don’t care how many other guys I’ve fucked OR actually get TURNED ON by the fact that I’ve been fucked by so many other guys. The second being MUCH preferred over the first.

Ok…. like I said, I didn’t actually cum with this guy. So excuse me for not writing more while I go fuck *myself*. I really do love this whole being a slut thing…

Yeah… I actually wrote a lot more than what’s in that previous post.

continued:

I was friendly, but didn’t encourage further interaction. I need to be more non-introverted.

I want a cigarette!!!

*ok, I’m interrupting myself again — I quit smoking about 3 months ago. Now I’m addicted to DumDum lollipops. Anyway…*

Ok — back to age. So, I’ve only had sex with a guy who I consider “older” once. And it was good even though physically the guy probably wasn’t one I’d approach in real life. He gave VERY good e-mail. So, if I was wrong about age — maybe I’m wrong about looks, too? I don’t know what I mean even!

I’m trying to see if cute guy with glasses has a ring or not.

Shit. I forgot that the altitude can make me tipsier faster. I think. Or it could be just cuz I hadn’t eaten? I’m dropping my french fries!

How do I get cute guy over here?

I’m gonna do drunk girl act… and make a fool of myself? But why should that matter?

No ring.

Totally blatently obvious idiot.

Me that is.

Ok, so, he said he’d talk to me again if I was still here when his friends leave.

So now I have to wait.

Ok, I can wait a little.

Waiting. Waiting.

Otherwise, I have to drop off my room number on a piece of paper.

And risk him and his friends making fun of me. And I still don’t know why that matters.

*****

The end.

So, in case you couldn’t tell, the cute guy with glasses did come over to my table and chat for a bit. I *did* do the drunkgirl thing and told him he was cute but that I was only telling him because I was drunk. Which, actually, was true, even though it was thought out.

And then he did come back to my table a bit later.

I ended up telling him about my recent attempts to, well, basically, have a LOT of sex. He kept asking questions and was a really good listener. I ususally do NOT talk much to people I don’t know. I know, hard to believe seeing as I type so much to people I don’t know. But, he was really good at getting me to blab. And I was *pretty* sure that my telling him about my promiscuity wasn’t going to help in getting him to my room, but it was fun talking to him and so, I didn’t care.

And the people I’m going to dinner with just called my room saying they’re ready…

So, the what happened after I wrote in my journal part will have to be written later.

Disclaimer: I am under the influence of alcohol. All misspellings, which I am SO anal about, are a result of my fingers not doing what I tell them to.

Buzzed blogging. Inebriated emailing. All to replace drunk dialing. Gotta love alliteration.

So. I hope everyone who contacts me and whom I go and meet realizes that I kiss and tell, as I referred to in an earlier blog post. Really, that should be warning enough, I’d think.

Guy emails me with a fantabulous fantasy idea. My profile *asks* guys to email me their fantasies. As an aside: Even if a fantasy doesn’t appeal to me right away, sometimes they kind of incubate in my mind and become a turn-on later on. End of aside. This guy’s fantasy TOTALLY made me hot. Well, except for one little part that was easily fixed. And he emailed his photo in the email. And he was legible.

So, I emailed him back. Unfortunately, at the moment, I’m kind of out of comission for full-on sex. WTF, I’m babbling about all my personal secrets anyway, right? I had a ridiculous allergic reaction to, I think, a new shaving cream I bought. And I keep myself, uhm… trimmed. Bad bad dermatological situation. So, no fucking. Ouch.

But, I happen to love sucking cock. No really. I do. And being told what do. OMG. This guy was so fucking incredibly good at the whole scenario.

You know what? I am *really* too buzzed to give a description that is worthy of the experience.

But, for the titillation of my almost non-existant audience: Major flirtaion (did I mention that this guy is so fucking gorgeous that I could cream my pants just looking at him? No? Well, true.), groping, blindfold…

hey, guy who I’m not actually identifying… what was that about? I mean, no problem and it ended up being weirdly hot, but, what was up with that? Just curious…

… eventually, parked in a not entirely private space, I get to suck cock, orders taken from him — damn good voice for that, too — THEN outSIDE public place, me blindfolded having no idea what the hell is going on and turned on by that, blah blah blah (not that that blah wasn’t also great, but I need to go to sleep soon), mouth-full-of-cum. I *think* I missed some, and I LOVE when I miss some, actually, and get to lick it up, but I was blindfolded! and couldn’t see where it went.

la-di-da.

OMG. This guy must think I’m a total, well, slut. But in a bad way. See? Guys LIKE the idea of a slut *before* they get off. Not so much afterwards. Oh well.

Did I mention I’m not quite sober as I write this?

Good night.