Damn it Vegas!

I spent last weekend in Las Vegas visiting my best friend and her family. Considering that I didn't have any money to spend in Vegas- $150 for 5 days is basically nothing in Vegas- I had a great time. I hadn't seen my friend in 6 months and her family in over a year. So the opportunity to catch up with everyone was fantastic. The only thing that was a bummer about my trip aside from the lack of cash, was that I was on my period while I was there. That made my interest in going out and trying to use charm to get some guys to buy me drinks/dinner/whatever, was very low.

So it was with this low level interest that my friend and I posted an ad on Craigslist to meet some guys. As I was falling asleep, I dictated an ad requesting two guys aged 21-45 to hang out with us. To hedge our bets, we posted in women for men as well as strictly platonic. Most of the responses were from single guys; what part of us looking for two guys didn't you understand? So the guys we finally decided on were two dorks from somewhere in So Cal. Not only were these guys late to meet us but when they finally arrived at the casino, my girl had just met a hot firefighter. I excused myself so she could work her magic.

In addition to being broke and on my period, I was in the unknown situation of being in Vegas with a boyfriend at home. And while I like to have more than my fair share of fun, cheating is NOT something I do. I know most of you probably don't believe that but it's so true. So there I am talking to one dude who is 21 (I checked his id) but looked 15 and his goofy looking friend with a bad haircut and a mustache. I sent a text to my girl to let her know that we struck out and we needed to think of an exit plan. Once she came over, we talk for a minute and excuse ourselves to the bathroom. While we're in there, I call my sister and tell her that she needs to call me in 30 minutes so we could get out of there. As we're walking back to where the dorks are at, I say "wouldn't it be great if they were gone when we got there?" And low and behold, they were! We hot footed it out of there hoping not to run into them. As we're basically running out of the casino, my friend says "should we be mad that they ditched us?"

Later that evening, I start getting text messages from the younger one saying he's sorry they left. That his friend wanted to leave, that he's interested in hooking up with us and a plethora of suggestive texts about what's in his pants. I told him not to worry about it and that that window of opportunity had closed. Eventually we met some queens from London who were very fun and wound up buying us drinks and overpriced pizza. Most of the night I felt like I'd led us down the wrong path. Instead of trying to find hot youngsters, we should have been looking for moderately attractive 40-50 year olds. They would have brought plenty of money to spend, not think twice about spending it and most likely would accept a hearty Thank you or some making out; which my friend was waay interested in doing.

The real travesty of the trip was that I didn't remember to pack any vitamins or echinacea. So I wound up getting sick upon returning home. That hasn't happened to me since my first trip to Vegas. Being sick is totally amateur night. So damn it Vegas- you got me this time. Trust me, it won't happen again.

Memory vs Reality

So finally after wondering why I wasn't getting laid, I got laid. Terry had lined up the special guest he turned down earlier in the week; he tried to line some one else up but it didn't happen. So we confirmed with Marco. Terry starts eating me- finally!-and Marco enters the room. Now it had been a while since I last saw Marco but he didn't look at all like I remembered him. I remembered Marco as a fit, Asian-mixed guy who was cute and a fun lay. What was in front of me was a chunky, not cute guy with a terrible haircut. Add to that, he was more interested in me giving him a blow job than he was in touching me. Listen, I'm happy to give a blow job but this is about me not him.

Then Marco decides he's ready to have sex with me and we agree on doggy style. Now begins a short period of sex followed by him excusing himself to go to the bathroom. While he's in the bathroom, I start talking to Terry. I tell Terry that he's not as cute as I remember or as thin as I remember. Terry tells me that if I want Marco to leave, I can go to the bathroom and come back and say I started my period. I laugh and say I don't think it's at that point yet. Marco comes back and we go back to having sex. After about a minute, I say that I need to go to the bathroom. I actually needed to use it but I also wanted the time to think about how I was going to get rid of Marco.

I come back from the bathroom and start fooling around with Marco again. Then I say "ouch" and sit up. I tell Marco that I'm having a pain and we need to stop. I apologize and say that we'll have to reschedule to finish. OK we're never going to reschedule! Marco gets dressed and leaves. I turn to Terry and tell him that Marco can't come back. That he's fatter, uglier and lazier than I remembered. That I had a slight pain but nothing that would have kept me from finishing the job if Marco was better looking. Terry laughed and said he couldn't understand why I wanted Marco to come back at all because he always thought Marco sucked.

I hated to admit that I was wrong but Terry was right- Marco sucked. I just couldn't move past how different my memory of Marco was versus the reality. Terry suggested that maybe I remembered him better because: I was angry at Terry the first time Marco came over, that my room was very dark and that I might have been drunk or high that first time. I'm not sure what the reason was but I was pretty angry with myself- I could have gone to a movie or watched TV and been more satisfied. This is my second time being surprised by the guy that actually shows up. I better start looking at those pictures a lot harder.

I'm horny and I have a boyfriend

Since Terry is officially my boyfriend- he referred to himself as such about 2 weeks back- I've completely stopped pleasuring myself. Between Terry eating me out and our special guests, I'm never at a loss of sexual satisfaction. But this week and this evening especially, I find myself overwhelmed by my need for sexual release. I need to get laid! I haven't said that in over 9 months, so I'm almost not sure what to do. Almost.

This week getting some action has been harder than expected- no pun intended. I saw Terry on Monday and all the action I got from him was making out and he held me while we slept. I really enjoyed both but I wanted some inappropriate touching. Then I wasn't available again until Thursday night; I don't usually see Terry on Tuesday and Wednesday because of my school schedule. Thursday rolls around and after seeing Coraline (kind of creepy) and sneaking into the Watchmen (long), I was too tired- hear me say lazy- to go to see Terry. On a side note, in the Watchmen one of the characters (Dr.Manhattan) is naked the entire movie and has a big blue dick- which was kind of making me horny.

I see Terry on Friday and I try to jump on him the minute I walk in the door. He tells me to "relax". I had even lined up a special guest for that night. Terry wasn't into it; we'd seen this guy before on a night I was doing a grudge fuck. We had another guy lined up for Friday but he was available late and I had to be at work at 7am on Saturday, so it was a no go. Naturally all of this waiting around was killing me and I was tired from doing some work earlier in the day. So I wound up falling asleep on Terry's bed and got no action. I mean we made out but that's not what I wanted.

Saturday comes and I think I'm finally going to get laid and Terry is still hanging out with his son. What the fuck! So now I'm sitting at home wondering why the fuck I can't get laid considering that I have a boyfriend and I have sex with other guys for his viewing pleasure. As if my level of hornyness wasn't bad enough, I watched 5 episodes of Secret Diary of a Call Girl and two shows about remakes of old porn movies. I'm surrounded by sex and sexual images and I'm losing it. I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands.

I better get some action before I leave for Vegas. Or else I'll have to get some action there.