Here's the scoop on what's been going on lately. (Scoop, ha! What a coincidence as I'm eating an ice cream cone. Note: shot glasses make good cone holders.)
Scoop A - I recently started reading The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists and it's an entertaining read. I have an odd thing for reading pick-up forums, male-advice columns and books geared towards males. I'm not sure why. Maybe I like sneaking in to the "No Girls Allowed" clubhouse. I'll write something about it when I finish it up.
Scoop B - The Co-worker drama is over. *Sigh of relief!* The fall/winter season is over so we work in different departments now. After that hot weekend I didn't see him for two weeks. I needed to cool off so I'm happy our schedules didn't mesh. I saw him a few times this weekend but we were both kind of distant (I'm not sure if it was deliberate) and we were never alone so things didn't get inappropriate. I might see him at the staff party in a couple weeks where there will be alcohol. Let's hope he doesn't show up or if he does I don't foolishly ask for a ride home or anything else involving the verb ride.
Scoop C - My mouth has another challenge to overcome in the pursuit of cock. Braces suck. Brackets on the inside of my teeth fucking suck. But these new elastics practically holding my mouth shut take the cake. Is this some divine sign for me to keep cocks out of my mouth? I have to have jaw surgery in two months so I planned on getting as much blowing in as possible before I'm out of commission for who knows how long. Now I've got this setback to deal with. But Kiera, you can take the elastics out! Yes, I know but the lingering jaw ache will take away from my enjoyment. Sigh, I'll make do. It's only been a few days so I have hope the pain will continue to dwindle away to nothing.
Scoop D - I had a 'fight' with an online boy. Wtf, right? Bond, my favourite who I've known for 3 years, finally came clean about his true likeness. Correction: I was in a bad mood, confronted him and he spilled. I knew he was hiding something but I kept my blinders on because I didn't want it to be true. Finding out I've been lied to again was a disappointment. He didn't think I'd want to talk to him once I knew what he really looked like. I'd like to think I don't give off the vibe of superficial. Oh, I forgot to mention. If you're not a perfect 10, don't read my blog. And don't even
think about commenting, subpar human.
Finally, I want a cowboy to pick me up for a date on horseback. I'll bring the picnic lunch.
Monday, March 30
Thursday, March 26
I Hate Men But Still Love Cock
In class last night I received a text from R2 who was sitting a couple rows behind me.
R2: I'm leaving now. Want a ride?
Me: On my way.
We drive to the same wooded driveway as before. Coats are quickly taken off. There is fast and hungry kissing while I undo his belt and jeans. I alternate between sucking face and sucking cock. He flips me over so I'm lying across the seats on my back with my head on his lap. My jeans are off and he finger fucks me like he invented it. He snakes his free arm across my collarbone to grab a breast and accidentally presses hard into my neck. I like it. I pull his arm harder against my throat. My back arches as the fingers inside me curl.
I turn myself back over and get back to my job.
R2: I need to fuck you right now.
Me: So fuck me.
R2: On the hood of the car.
Me: Is it still raining?
R2: Shit, it'll be too slippery.
As slippery as the dick in my mouth? Doubt it. Right now, I'd rather suck than fuck. I carry on. My hair is twisted in his fist. He's mumbling incoherently...
Delicious.
PS. This was post #100. I'm awesome.
R2: I'm leaving now. Want a ride?
Me: On my way.
We drive to the same wooded driveway as before. Coats are quickly taken off. There is fast and hungry kissing while I undo his belt and jeans. I alternate between sucking face and sucking cock. He flips me over so I'm lying across the seats on my back with my head on his lap. My jeans are off and he finger fucks me like he invented it. He snakes his free arm across my collarbone to grab a breast and accidentally presses hard into my neck. I like it. I pull his arm harder against my throat. My back arches as the fingers inside me curl.
I turn myself back over and get back to my job.
R2: I need to fuck you right now.
Me: So fuck me.
R2: On the hood of the car.
Me: Is it still raining?
R2: Shit, it'll be too slippery.
As slippery as the dick in my mouth? Doubt it. Right now, I'd rather suck than fuck. I carry on. My hair is twisted in his fist. He's mumbling incoherently...
Delicious.
PS. This was post #100. I'm awesome.
Monday, March 23
I Hate Men
I haven't hated the male species for a while. I'm sick of them right now...
St. Patrick's Day was a fucking mess. There was a run in with myValentine. I have never been so out of control while intoxicated or regretted anything as much as that night. I might post about it later when I'm less embarrassed/pissed off about it. It was a lesson I had to learn.
The Co-worker post was written before St. Pat's went down so I'm considerably less chipper about that situation also.
The Doc randomly texted me a couple times on Friday night to get together. I ignored it. A couple more on Saturday asking why I was ignoring him. I ignored it. Sunday... I couldn't take it anymore. What the fuck do you want... it's not going to happen. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! I should have just stopped texting back but I need to have the last word. Here's an update on him for you, apparently, there are a plenty of eager and willing girls ready to suck his cock and he's already been blown 3 times today. Right.... so he's texting me repeatedly, why? He didn't have an answer to that. Blah, blah blah, more bullshit. Then his last text was: "You lose. I win. Game over." And he still thinks I'm a 'poor little immature girl'.
R2. It's not so much hate as indifference. We had a talk. There's no girlfriend. But I do think he too much of an 'innocent nice boy' for me.
Where is the happy medium? The notabigfuckingjerkthatstilllovestogetroughanddirty! Where is he and how do I find him?
St. Patrick's Day was a fucking mess. There was a run in with myValentine. I have never been so out of control while intoxicated or regretted anything as much as that night. I might post about it later when I'm less embarrassed/pissed off about it. It was a lesson I had to learn.
The Co-worker post was written before St. Pat's went down so I'm considerably less chipper about that situation also.
The Doc randomly texted me a couple times on Friday night to get together. I ignored it. A couple more on Saturday asking why I was ignoring him. I ignored it. Sunday... I couldn't take it anymore. What the fuck do you want... it's not going to happen. Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit! I should have just stopped texting back but I need to have the last word. Here's an update on him for you, apparently, there are a plenty of eager and willing girls ready to suck his cock and he's already been blown 3 times today. Right.... so he's texting me repeatedly, why? He didn't have an answer to that. Blah, blah blah, more bullshit. Then his last text was: "You lose. I win. Game over." And he still thinks I'm a 'poor little immature girl'.
R2. It's not so much hate as indifference. We had a talk. There's no girlfriend. But I do think he too much of an 'innocent nice boy' for me.
Where is the happy medium? The notabigfuckingjerkthatstilllovestogetroughanddirty! Where is he and how do I find him?
Friday, March 20
Working Hard or Hardly Working
I spent considerable time I was alone with Co-Worker last weekend. I do not know how much longer I can keep my mouth/hands/body off of him.
Saturday was semi-tame. He cornered me and took my hand to make me feel his abs again. Holyfuckingshit. Later on he asked me to massage a kink out of his back. Holyfuckingshit. I have never touched such a muscular, hard, tight body. I had to quit after I heard a small moan of oh yeah. The way his t-shirt hugs his body makes me drool. We had conversations inappropriate for work as usual. And I thought that shift left me hot and bothered...
Sunday. I do not even know how to describe it. This wasn’t just crossing a line, this was like smuggling illegal aliens with suitcases of cocaine across the border. Not only did he make me feel his abs again he also had me feel his chest. Holyfuckingshit. He was amping me up all day and he knew it.
At one point he was tapping a ruler on his leg to the radio and I laughed and smirked at the thought of being spanked before I could stop myself. He asked what was funny so I shared. Bad idea. Who knew a ruler could be so hot… being tapped up his leg and on his crotch…. hit with force in to his hand… stroked….
We were on the topic of rating men and I told him that I don’t do the 10 point scale. I do a ‘yes-no-maybe’ for different activities such as blowing. He asked my to rate the other co-workers which were all ‘nos’ and I admitted he was a ‘yes’. Bad idea again.
Another employee showed up so we finally weren’t alone but that didn’t stop it. For instance when he was out of her sight he lifted up his shirt and I got to see the abs I’d been feeling. Holyfuckingshit. Or he would mouth things to me.
It all escalated when we were alone upstairs in the lounge cooking lunch. I was sitting on the counter and he was standing across from me when he lifted up his shirt again. He held it up longer this time. He traced his treasure trail and shifted his pants lower. Holyfuckingshit. I had to look away.
Holyfuckingshit. Do not answer. Holyfuckingshit. Do not answer.
Interrupted Saved by the bell. It was time to get back to work.
I’m not sure if he’s just playing with me or if he would actually follow through. He knows he turns me on. And he knows I was a fucking full on 10 on Sunday. I’m leaning more towards that all this teasing is just a fun way to pass the time. And it’s definitely fun.
I got a nice swat on the bum with the ruler at the end of my shift. It better be his hand next time.
Saturday was semi-tame. He cornered me and took my hand to make me feel his abs again. Holyfuckingshit. Later on he asked me to massage a kink out of his back. Holyfuckingshit. I have never touched such a muscular, hard, tight body. I had to quit after I heard a small moan of oh yeah. The way his t-shirt hugs his body makes me drool. We had conversations inappropriate for work as usual. And I thought that shift left me hot and bothered...
Sunday. I do not even know how to describe it. This wasn’t just crossing a line, this was like smuggling illegal aliens with suitcases of cocaine across the border. Not only did he make me feel his abs again he also had me feel his chest. Holyfuckingshit. He was amping me up all day and he knew it.
What kind of sexy panties are you wearing today?
At one point he was tapping a ruler on his leg to the radio and I laughed and smirked at the thought of being spanked before I could stop myself. He asked what was funny so I shared. Bad idea. Who knew a ruler could be so hot… being tapped up his leg and on his crotch…. hit with force in to his hand… stroked….
You like to be spanked, eh? Not with this though… oh you would!
We were on the topic of rating men and I told him that I don’t do the 10 point scale. I do a ‘yes-no-maybe’ for different activities such as blowing. He asked my to rate the other co-workers which were all ‘nos’ and I admitted he was a ‘yes’. Bad idea again.
I have to keep telling myself that you’ve got razorblades in your mouth.
Another employee showed up so we finally weren’t alone but that didn’t stop it. For instance when he was out of her sight he lifted up his shirt and I got to see the abs I’d been feeling. Holyfuckingshit. Or he would mouth things to me.
If you came in the backroom and my pants were off, what would you do?
It all escalated when we were alone upstairs in the lounge cooking lunch. I was sitting on the counter and he was standing across from me when he lifted up his shirt again. He held it up longer this time. He traced his treasure trail and shifted his pants lower. Holyfuckingshit. I had to look away.
Do you want me to bend you over this counter?
Holyfuckingshit. Do not answer. Holyfuckingshit. Do not answer.
You’ve got this look in your eye. I don’t know what it is and I’m trying to figure it out.
I’m not sure if he’s just playing with me or if he would actually follow through. He knows he turns me on. And he knows I was a fucking full on 10 on Sunday. I’m leaning more towards that all this teasing is just a fun way to pass the time. And it’s definitely fun.
I got a nice swat on the bum with the ruler at the end of my shift. It better be his hand next time.
Tuesday, March 17
Library Aftermath
R2 was a hard sell. It took about 3 hours from the initial “Hey” to “I’ll be there in 15.” I don’t know what’s so hard about deciding between staying at home or picking up an incredibly horny girl. The decision to me was obvious, but alas men have to complicate things and be lazy.
I’ll sum up the discussion:
Me: I’m in the library… I’m horny as fuck… come and get me… we can do whatever you want, where ever you want.
R2: It’s too far of a drive… the library is too busy… there are no other good spots on campus… we can’t go to my house… my car is too messy… let me study for 30 minutes and I’ll get back to you. (Wtf, eh! I was desperate, so I let that slide.)
I patiently waited 30 minutes and then redacted my offer since he was still humming and hawing over sparing me his cock for a moment. He finally agreed as long as I would help throw the garbage out of his car. Fine! If that’s what if takes to get some fucking action around here.
He picked me up and I directed him to the spot that The Doc and I always went to. (HAHA, Doctard! R2 was in the exact same spot he could have been and the cock in my mouth could have been his! I didn’t intend for it but I chuckled once I realized it.)
You really love giving head, don’t you? ‘Mm-hmm.’ I looked up with my mouth still full of cock. I took it out and rested it on my cheek. ‘Yes, I do. Especially yours.’ I licked the head, made eye contact, slowly licked again and got back into my rhythm.
He cured what ailed me.
Anyway, I’m slightly confused about a few things.
He explicitly said, “I don’t think I want to have sex tonight” which kind of threw me off. I don’t have a problem with that as long as I can blow and have my lady parts manhandled... (check and check) I’ve just never heard a guy say that before. He also asked mid-suck, if our ‘relationship’ was discreet. I would hardly call it a relationship but discretion is fine. Combine these two things with his earlier hesitation and I’m fairly certain he’s got himself some kind of a girlfriend and I’m fucking with his situation. Or he just doesn’t dig me but that doesn’t add up. I don’t want to pressure him in to something that’s out of his comfort zone.
I’m going to leave the ball in his court and if he wants some more he’s going to have to ask for it. I’m not going to throw myself at him again… I hope.
Friday, March 13
Kick Me
Right in the crotch... really hard.
I thought I was done with The Doc after the last clusterfuck. Nope, I had to have another go at it. My reasoning? I wanted someone consistent to fuck. R2 and myValentine are not as available or accessible as I’d like them to be. I figured The Doc and I could get back in to our groove of fucking at least once a week. Better him, than trying to train some other douchebag, right? And I was worried my ‘number’ is getting up too high, so I thought I’d stick within my circle. What kind of fucked up logic is that?! I’d rather fuck 10 nice men than fuck The Doc again.
He agreed to not make plans when he is scheduled to work and that when we make plans, he sticks to them. Again, what the hell was I thinking? His track record is like 0%. Hmm... that’s oddly similar to the probability that he could change. Once we decided to meet up there wasn’t a good day, then he went to Mexico for two weeks and then I had too much school work. So we finally had some plans and guess fucking what!
He was stuck in work.
I just want to fuck + he can't even make plans to fuck = I'm done for-fucking-real.
He argues.
“Goodbye.”
Block and delete. (I didn’t block him last time in a moment of weakness.)
I was in the library and DTF when this Doc-drama ensued. What do you think I did? I'll give you a hint... I convinced someone to swing by and help me with my problem. By someone, I mean a man and by my problem, I mean the fact I was about to sexually assault a stranger.
I thought I was done with The Doc after the last clusterfuck. Nope, I had to have another go at it. My reasoning? I wanted someone consistent to fuck. R2 and myValentine are not as available or accessible as I’d like them to be. I figured The Doc and I could get back in to our groove of fucking at least once a week. Better him, than trying to train some other douchebag, right? And I was worried my ‘number’ is getting up too high, so I thought I’d stick within my circle. What kind of fucked up logic is that?! I’d rather fuck 10 nice men than fuck The Doc again.
He agreed to not make plans when he is scheduled to work and that when we make plans, he sticks to them. Again, what the hell was I thinking? His track record is like 0%. Hmm... that’s oddly similar to the probability that he could change. Once we decided to meet up there wasn’t a good day, then he went to Mexico for two weeks and then I had too much school work. So we finally had some plans and guess fucking what!
He was stuck in work.
I just want to fuck + he can't even make plans to fuck = I'm done for-fucking-real.
He argues.
“Goodbye.”
Block and delete. (I didn’t block him last time in a moment of weakness.)
I was in the library and DTF when this Doc-drama ensued. What do you think I did? I'll give you a hint... I convinced someone to swing by and help me with my problem. By someone, I mean a man and by my problem, I mean the fact I was about to sexually assault a stranger.
Tuesday, March 10
In the Library Again
I’m all hot and bothered in the library once again. I purposely picked a table out of sight of men to prevent images of cocks and sugarplums from dancing through my head. No such luck. All I can think about is being fucked by R2 in the endless rows of books. The library is pretty quiet tonight, a couple hours later and up on the highest floor… no one would know.
After not speaking to each other for a few weeks after the impromptu hangout with R2 about a month ago, I finally re-initiated contact. He still turns my crank and I cannot focus in class knowing he's there. I sat beside him last week just to torture myself. I’m not sure if it did the trick for him but it certainly got me all riled up. He simply cannot suggest fucking on campus and not follow through. I will make this happen by the end of April. Mark my words.
Great! Men have now infiltrated my study space. How is a girl supposed to get any work done around here? God damn!
After not speaking to each other for a few weeks after the impromptu hangout with R2 about a month ago, I finally re-initiated contact. He still turns my crank and I cannot focus in class knowing he's there. I sat beside him last week just to torture myself. I’m not sure if it did the trick for him but it certainly got me all riled up. He simply cannot suggest fucking on campus and not follow through. I will make this happen by the end of April. Mark my words.
Great! Men have now infiltrated my study space. How is a girl supposed to get any work done around here? God damn!
Monday, March 9
Cupid Reports
I joined Adult Friend Finder a little while ago just to check it out. It’s not my cup of tea but it does provide some great laughs. I get these email messages called ‘Cupid Reports’ that suggest potential fucks. It’s basically a picture and a brief introductory message.
Look at these fine examples:
im 6ft brown hair green eyes, into almost anything and would love to learn some new stuff im 8 inches long and normal witdh
– So... necrophilia and bestiality are out?
i ame a young sex machine that wants tomake love to as meny wimen as posible and satisfy them
– I've always wanted to be a notch on a bedpost! I call dibs on #35.
Im hot and i love sex and anything you'd like, so contact me ;)"
– No :)
I fuck cause I can I'm all about sex favorite quote: "bitch, I don't want to hear about your dang fucking day: get on your knees"
– I mock dang fucking douchebags cause I can.
i guess i would be average body type i wear glasses oh shit and i'm still a virgin
– Oh shit, indeed.
I;m out here looking for a nice good looken lady I;m 23 I love to go to bars party hard I run my own landscaping business and work my as* if your interested in meeting a nice guy that knows how to ..."
– proofread, keep looking.
My name is Simon, i enjoy smoking weed and partying. I love metal (and all types of music) and i play the guitar, and i scream in a band. Im a bored little virgin lmao
– Scream in a band? I am fucking sold. Bring the weed, your small cock and meet me at the steel mill.
looking for a good time. very good with more then one body part at one time. should cum and see what im talking about.
– Read that one again, ignoring the cum 'joke'.
I work at [redacted] collage I have a little brother that is 8 year. Me and jaydan like to skate bord to all the time that is my brother. My name is kyle 21 years old I like going campping and going ...
– Aw, how sweet, he loves his little brother! Their mother would be so proud.
hey Ladies:) Im 18 5Foot8 and 7.5 or a bit more if you know what i mean:P ;) natural blond hair but black ATM. Blue eyes. talk to me maybe il like you:)
– And maybe he won’t desperately cling on to any girl that shows accidental interest.
for some sex in my city i hope some ladies like mefor some sex in my city i hfor some sex in my city i hope some ladies like meopfor some sex in my city i hope some ladies like mee some ladies like ...
– "I think I can. I think I can. I think I can."
Names Tj. &my eyes are green! they change depending on my mood. dark brown currly hair fairly well put together (Y) lol anywho, this is me To the world, I am what people know as a... Absolout ***hole ..."
– At least he recognizes he's an ass. That's a plus, right?
im handsome young and sexy i want to meet new friends. and im also looking for a girlfriend who is sweet and kind. im still studying. i can do crazy things when im horny
– Crazy things like murder and dismemberment?
i love war video games and i love to play out side. i am good with my hands, i love to make things and i love to give back rubs or full body rubs
– Go play with Kyle and Jayden, they’re looking for new playmates.
Hey ladies my name is Neil, i have a 22in cock and not afraid to show it
– And I have a 34ZZ rack.
My favourite for the day:
i have alot of upper stranght, alot of things turn me on and im looking forward to meating you – If only there was a chance this kid used ‘meating you’ on purpose.
Look at these fine examples:
im 6ft brown hair green eyes, into almost anything and would love to learn some new stuff im 8 inches long and normal witdh
– So... necrophilia and bestiality are out?
i ame a young sex machine that wants tomake love to as meny wimen as posible and satisfy them
– I've always wanted to be a notch on a bedpost! I call dibs on #35.
Im hot and i love sex and anything you'd like, so contact me ;)"
– No :)
I fuck cause I can I'm all about sex favorite quote: "bitch, I don't want to hear about your dang fucking day: get on your knees"
– I mock dang fucking douchebags cause I can.
i guess i would be average body type i wear glasses oh shit and i'm still a virgin
– Oh shit, indeed.
I;m out here looking for a nice good looken lady I;m 23 I love to go to bars party hard I run my own landscaping business and work my as* if your interested in meeting a nice guy that knows how to ..."
– proofread, keep looking.
My name is Simon, i enjoy smoking weed and partying. I love metal (and all types of music) and i play the guitar, and i scream in a band. Im a bored little virgin lmao
– Scream in a band? I am fucking sold. Bring the weed, your small cock and meet me at the steel mill.
looking for a good time. very good with more then one body part at one time. should cum and see what im talking about.
– Read that one again, ignoring the cum 'joke'.
I work at [redacted] collage I have a little brother that is 8 year. Me and jaydan like to skate bord to all the time that is my brother. My name is kyle 21 years old I like going campping and going ...
– Aw, how sweet, he loves his little brother! Their mother would be so proud.
hey Ladies:) Im 18 5Foot8 and 7.5 or a bit more if you know what i mean:P ;) natural blond hair but black ATM. Blue eyes. talk to me maybe il like you:)
– And maybe he won’t desperately cling on to any girl that shows accidental interest.
for some sex in my city i hope some ladies like mefor some sex in my city i hfor some sex in my city i hope some ladies like meopfor some sex in my city i hope some ladies like mee some ladies like ...
– "I think I can. I think I can. I think I can."
Names Tj. &my eyes are green! they change depending on my mood. dark brown currly hair fairly well put together (Y) lol anywho, this is me To the world, I am what people know as a... Absolout ***hole ..."
– At least he recognizes he's an ass. That's a plus, right?
im handsome young and sexy i want to meet new friends. and im also looking for a girlfriend who is sweet and kind. im still studying. i can do crazy things when im horny
– Crazy things like murder and dismemberment?
i love war video games and i love to play out side. i am good with my hands, i love to make things and i love to give back rubs or full body rubs
– Go play with Kyle and Jayden, they’re looking for new playmates.
Hey ladies my name is Neil, i have a 22in cock and not afraid to show it
– And I have a 34ZZ rack.
My favourite for the day:
i have alot of upper stranght, alot of things turn me on and im looking forward to meating you – If only there was a chance this kid used ‘meating you’ on purpose.
Thursday, March 5
myValentine Trial Run
myValentine and I ended up having a rendezvous on Friday night.
I was coming from dinner and was looking good (if I do say so myself) in a dress and heels when I picked him up at his house. He commented on my attire and I assured him it wasn’t for his benefit. I could care less what he thinks. We went for a drive since his entire family was home and I know how awkward that can be. He’s obviously done the car thing in his neighbourhood before because he immediately directed me to a secluded spot.
After some brief chit-chat, nothing to serious, we moved to the back seats and after rearranging some garbage and snow brushes we were good to go. The dress worked out perfectly. I hate dropping trou’ in a car because they’re really hard to put on if the cops show up. *Knock on wood.*
I like the way myValentine kisses. It’s been a while since I’ve had an adequate make-out. And the fact he can kiss well while working his hands well at the same time is awesome. His fingers… I just can’t get over them. They move so fast and with precision and consistency.
I basked under his touch for quite some time before I decided to give him some attention. What better place for his tired fingers to go than my mouth. He. Loves. This. I can’t exactly deepthroat a cock [yet!] but I fingers are a decent substitute. (It’s actually interesting to feel around in your mouth/throat. Try it out, I dare you.) I needed to taste something other than myself so his pants had to go.
He’s quiet, which is unexpected given his outgoing personality. Who doesn’t like having some vocal encouragement? He always says something dumb afterwards like, “You’re really good at that.” Yeah, I know, whatever, thanks, fuck me now. Please.
I know I mentioned that my pre-bang stipulation was to get off first but I’m weak sometimes. I improvised and the only requirement was that he not tell our mutual friend. I was a bit let down as his fingers are way better than his cock… although still not good enough for anything mind-blowing.
I drove him home and he awkwardly wanted a goodbye kiss. I don’t think it’s necessary. I’ll kiss your cock goodbye but your mouth seems too relationship-y. Am I totally wrong on this? I picked him up. We fucked. I drove him home. It took and hour and a half tops. A parting kiss seems way out of place.
Fallout:
Our mutual friend hates him now (way too complex too explain why) and begged me to never see or speak to him again. I don’t deny he lacks character and uses women as sex objects, among other less desirable traits. I know he’s a womanizer. Does that mean I can’t fuck him when no one else is available? From my perspective, not at all. I don't need to bring my A-game and when an itch needs to be scratched, why not?* I’m using him just as he's using me.
*Aside from the STI risks, which I minimize as best I can. Safer sex, internet!
I was coming from dinner and was looking good (if I do say so myself) in a dress and heels when I picked him up at his house. He commented on my attire and I assured him it wasn’t for his benefit. I could care less what he thinks. We went for a drive since his entire family was home and I know how awkward that can be. He’s obviously done the car thing in his neighbourhood before because he immediately directed me to a secluded spot.
After some brief chit-chat, nothing to serious, we moved to the back seats and after rearranging some garbage and snow brushes we were good to go. The dress worked out perfectly. I hate dropping trou’ in a car because they’re really hard to put on if the cops show up. *Knock on wood.*
I like the way myValentine kisses. It’s been a while since I’ve had an adequate make-out. And the fact he can kiss well while working his hands well at the same time is awesome. His fingers… I just can’t get over them. They move so fast and with precision and consistency.
I basked under his touch for quite some time before I decided to give him some attention. What better place for his tired fingers to go than my mouth. He. Loves. This. I can’t exactly deepthroat a cock [yet!] but I fingers are a decent substitute. (It’s actually interesting to feel around in your mouth/throat. Try it out, I dare you.) I needed to taste something other than myself so his pants had to go.
He’s quiet, which is unexpected given his outgoing personality. Who doesn’t like having some vocal encouragement? He always says something dumb afterwards like, “You’re really good at that.” Yeah, I know, whatever, thanks, fuck me now. Please.
I know I mentioned that my pre-bang stipulation was to get off first but I’m weak sometimes. I improvised and the only requirement was that he not tell our mutual friend. I was a bit let down as his fingers are way better than his cock… although still not good enough for anything mind-blowing.
I drove him home and he awkwardly wanted a goodbye kiss. I don’t think it’s necessary. I’ll kiss your cock goodbye but your mouth seems too relationship-y. Am I totally wrong on this? I picked him up. We fucked. I drove him home. It took and hour and a half tops. A parting kiss seems way out of place.
Fallout:
Our mutual friend hates him now (way too complex too explain why) and begged me to never see or speak to him again. I don’t deny he lacks character and uses women as sex objects, among other less desirable traits. I know he’s a womanizer. Does that mean I can’t fuck him when no one else is available? From my perspective, not at all. I don't need to bring my A-game and when an itch needs to be scratched, why not?* I’m using him just as he's using me.
*Aside from the STI risks, which I minimize as best I can. Safer sex, internet!
Tuesday, March 3
Distracted Mind
This week is going to be hard. The past 6 days I’ve been flying high with 9s on the scale. The majority of my thinking relates to all things men. It’s bad, folksies, real bad! I can’t afford to be this distracted right now. I've got projects and assignments to do!
Example: I’m minding my own business typing away in my library cube when a man walks by. Oh, he wasn’t cute so I'll carry on. But you know who is cute? myValentine. That’s true he is. You know what else is true? He likes having his cock sucked by yours truly (I assume others too, but that's another story). But I can’t type and blow at the same time… I could probably suck on some fingers and type though. He would need to dictate my notes so I could keep up: "EDI - an approach that putsinformation cocks in a standardized delicious format easily shared accessed..." Or maybe he's the one studying. Not possible as he’s not in school... but R2 is! Ok, R2 is minding his own business at a desk and I’m under said desk waiting for permission to, uh… relieve some tension. That kind you really need to work at to get out. You know who has tension…. Co-worker with his fucking jacked upper body. I could relieve some of that muscle ache with a nice massage until he decides to lift me up on to that counter and abandon his self-control… Oh! Look what we’ve got here! A new hot man in the cubicle on the right. Red sweater, ball cap, light scruff and sweat pants! Oooh how I love sweat pants for their ease of access and discretion. Success! My dirty thoughts have lured another man to my left! Haha! A bit nerdier than red-sweater-man but I bet he can still spank like the best of them. I wonder what their combined talent would do to me…
That is just a glimpse in my mind for literally 2 minutes. Now multiply that by 65… and it’s only 4 o’clock.
Example: I’m minding my own business typing away in my library cube when a man walks by. Oh, he wasn’t cute so I'll carry on. But you know who is cute? myValentine. That’s true he is. You know what else is true? He likes having his cock sucked by yours truly (I assume others too, but that's another story). But I can’t type and blow at the same time… I could probably suck on some fingers and type though. He would need to dictate my notes so I could keep up: "EDI - an approach that puts
That is just a glimpse in my mind for literally 2 minutes. Now multiply that by 65… and it’s only 4 o’clock.
Monday, March 2
Crossing the Line
One of my co-workers and I have fairly open discussions about our sexual natures. It's definitely not appropriate for work and is kind of odd considering he's married and 10 years older than me.
He doesn't know of all of my antics (ie: married men, Ashley Madison, webcam, blog, etc...) and still thinks I'm a horndog. He knows I go for the older guys, that I love to blow (although not the calibre) and that I'm good to go whenever. He's heard about The Doc, Mr. NYE, R2, myValentine and probably more. Despite his attempts of trying to tell me that I should settle down with a nice boyfriend he knows I want a guy strictly for fucking with no drama.
Our conversations started off tame a few months ago but have been slowly amping up in sexual tone. We don't work together that often anymore and when we do we usually aren't alone so we can't really talk about this subject as freely. The other day he was telling me about his youthful 'dog days'. He actually said, "I can't believe I'm telling you this stuff" so I knew he was stepping out of normal conversation mode and into something else. He stuck mostly to tales of his friends in gang bang type situations. Hilarious, scandalous and almost unbelievable all wrapped in to one.
He was trying to gauge my level of nympho-ness and told me about the only girlfriend he's ever had that was hornier than him. I told him he was basically describing me. Sometimes during our talks he says he can't look at me anymore or will actually have to leave the room. This was one of those times:
"It's a good thing I have so much self-control or I'd be all over you." Exit.
My jaw dropped on that one. That comment crossed the line in to dangerous territory. I'll admit I’ve thought about doing bad things to this man. I want my hands all over his jacked bod. He is working on bulking back up and always asks me to feel his ab progress. I did once but now I turn him down every time because I know my hand will wander south and be out of my control. Against my better judgement, I once massaged a kink out of his shoulder. It took considerable will power to not roam. I regularly think of places where we could fuck during the shift and when the probability of a supervisor showing up is minimal. Bent over this desk, on this counter, in this closet, in this bathroom stall, the upstairs kitchen…
Near the end of the same shift:
Co-worker: "If I met you in a bar, do you think I could pick you up?"
Me: "If I knew you, or you were a stranger?"
Co-worker: "Stranger."
Me: "Probably."
Co-worker: "Wait... and if you did know me?"
Me: "Uhh... no comment. Shit, I've fucked up my work really badly."
Co-worker: "Why? Got something on your mind?"
I stole his move and ignored him until the shift was over.
I'm not sure he realizes that all he has to do is ask and I'm in... or rather he's in.
He doesn't know of all of my antics (ie: married men, Ashley Madison, webcam, blog, etc...) and still thinks I'm a horndog. He knows I go for the older guys, that I love to blow (although not the calibre) and that I'm good to go whenever. He's heard about The Doc, Mr. NYE, R2, myValentine and probably more. Despite his attempts of trying to tell me that I should settle down with a nice boyfriend he knows I want a guy strictly for fucking with no drama.
Our conversations started off tame a few months ago but have been slowly amping up in sexual tone. We don't work together that often anymore and when we do we usually aren't alone so we can't really talk about this subject as freely. The other day he was telling me about his youthful 'dog days'. He actually said, "I can't believe I'm telling you this stuff" so I knew he was stepping out of normal conversation mode and into something else. He stuck mostly to tales of his friends in gang bang type situations. Hilarious, scandalous and almost unbelievable all wrapped in to one.
He was trying to gauge my level of nympho-ness and told me about the only girlfriend he's ever had that was hornier than him. I told him he was basically describing me. Sometimes during our talks he says he can't look at me anymore or will actually have to leave the room. This was one of those times:
"It's a good thing I have so much self-control or I'd be all over you." Exit.
My jaw dropped on that one. That comment crossed the line in to dangerous territory. I'll admit I’ve thought about doing bad things to this man. I want my hands all over his jacked bod. He is working on bulking back up and always asks me to feel his ab progress. I did once but now I turn him down every time because I know my hand will wander south and be out of my control. Against my better judgement, I once massaged a kink out of his shoulder. It took considerable will power to not roam. I regularly think of places where we could fuck during the shift and when the probability of a supervisor showing up is minimal. Bent over this desk, on this counter, in this closet, in this bathroom stall, the upstairs kitchen…
Near the end of the same shift:
Co-worker: "If I met you in a bar, do you think I could pick you up?"
Me: "If I knew you, or you were a stranger?"
Co-worker: "Stranger."
Me: "Probably."
Co-worker: "Wait... and if you did know me?"
Me: "Uhh... no comment. Shit, I've fucked up my work really badly."
Co-worker: "Why? Got something on your mind?"
I stole his move and ignored him until the shift was over.
I'm not sure he realizes that all he has to do is ask and I'm in... or rather he's in.
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