After yesterdays post I wldecided I shouldnt be such a hermit and make an effort to get out there.
More like I’d been drinking and suddenly got horny so I texted anyone & everyone.
The poet ended up being the first to respond and the first available to hang out so he won. Although won is probably the wrong word.
I havent talked to him much these past couple of months. In reality, I actually dumped him for Carlsbad. I even told him so. Why he’d agree to come out, I dont know. The minute he showed up I started making out with him, totally unconcerned with the idea that he may not even want to or could possibly be seeing someone. He came out right? So what difference did it make.
After a bit, we left and I course left with him.
This dude does not sleep. Like ever. It can be 4 am and it doesnt faze him. Me on the other hand, lets just say I usually go to bed by 10:30. Exciting, I know.
We end up at the beach and he starts giving me a massage. Rubbing my neck, my back, and allllllll over. So of course, I did what any other person in my situation would do.
I fell asleep.
Yup. Totally passed out. Not once, but multiple times. I dont even know how long I was out for. When I did finally come to after my micro nap, I figured we should have sex or at least mess around since thats what I wanted in the first place.
Now this dude starts massaging my legs, up and down my thighs. I start squirming because of the proximity to my vajayjay. Thinking hes going to move in closer, I wait.
Finally I decide to take matters in to my own hands and politely tell him Id like to sit on his dick. That should do the trick right?
Clothes come off, condom is prepped, penis is out annnnnnnnnnd penis goes down.
This is the second time this month Ive attempted to have sex with someone and they just werent feeling it. There’s nothing quite as spirit lifting as a limp dick. Id even dare to say its the best feeling in the world!