The trouble with sex is that the more you have it, the more you want it. I’d been having it with some frequency and then, with the Spitzer spectacle, it came to an abrupt stop – I killed appointments and gigs and dates to stay in. I’ve been hermetic, with one delicious exception, and now I’m in heat, in full fuckbuddy mode, playing with my phone, scrolling, my finger hovering over the twentysomething’s name. Should I? No. But I could. I’m in a towel, my apartment’s a mess, I’ve got nothing in the fridge to offer. Still…
Gabriel’s far away and I don’t think this is his thing. I’m taking a breather from James. Matt and I have been cagey around one another. But the twentysomething is reliable. And his strange little quirks are easy to overlook when he comes in, strips down, and fucks me.
I had a whole relationship like this not so long ago. He’d go out, I’d stay in, and about the time I was done with work and ready for bed, he’d arrive all tipsy and sexy and horny and he’d tear into me. We were awful as a couple but the sex left me ravaged, and that hooked me. And there was something vaguely hot about the way we were so bad as a couple and so good sexually.
After we broke up, he’d call me from some other woman’s apartment craving dirty talk. He’d whisper to me while he jerked off with his blonde bed-mate sleeping beside him, and it always blew my mind that he got away with it. That sort of thing turns me on. It’s warped.
He still calls from time to time.
I’m too restless tonight. I masturbate often and I masturbate well, but it never comes close to sex itself. I need penetration. Cock.
I’m tempted. I’ll call.
i can’t believe you didn’t call me.
How in the world would any guy even notice a messy apartment if faced with such an opportunity?
your blog is a real diamond
go on
you share so beautifull pictures.
Blog and life fold into one another.
Hmmm, too bad I’m married and in LA. Mutual masturbation then? Oh well….
And is that really THE Gabriel above? He knows about the blog? I’m doubtful…
“Blog and life fold into one another.”
Yes, I noticed, with a small grin and tiny gasp.
Gabriel’s the only one I mention here who does know about the blog. If it is him, then I most definitely wish I’d called him instead.
IB – It’s tricky, right? Broke the fourth wall. I feel like I’m playing with fire and knives.
I love a girl that’s willing to play with fire and knives. There is something irresistably sexy about walking along a cliff’s edge with your sexuality electrocuted.
…even from here, I can almost taste your wetness…
You are beautiful.
I can taste it, too. Goes great with raspberry sorbet, in case anyone was wondering.
Masturbating next to someone in dreamland is a favorite, though you and your ex took it a few steps further. yum. Higher stakes, higher highs, no doubt.
Someone directed me to your website about a week ago and now I am hooked. I did not think anyone could possibly put into words the exact way I feel sometimes. I am amazement and awe of your talents…reading you makes me want to explore more of the secretive venues of myself…
so?
who did you call?
Been there before.
I think the worst is when I’ve been having to participate in family events and then the need strikes… It’s tragic.
Well. Wow! Starting out with an 8.4.
I know, it’s small consolation for being underfucked.