Since I hadn't been writing the blog every few weeks like I want to, I have a story that happened last Halloween but hasn't been told on this blog. But you know Blanche says, "better late than pregnant!"
On Halloween I had no plans for the evening. My daytime plans changed to include Mick, an old man that I'd hooked up with once before. Now when I say he's old, I mean he's old- 52! When I met him, I didn't think he was that old. I thought he was about 45 but when he told me he was 52 I was shocked; he's in great shape and has the energy of a man half his age. Our first time together was spent with over 4 hours with lots of hot sweaty sex. I was definitely interested in seeing him again.
I stopped seeing Mick when he told me he was seeing someone seriously. About 2-3 months past and then he called me out of the blue to get together. In that time between that first exciting, sweaty experience and the last meeting, something had changed. While he did eat me out like I like and had a lot of pep, I just wasn't into it. And seeing him again after those months away, I wondered if I was high when we met. After the sex, I couldn't leave fast enough. I thanked him for the time together and didn't look back. It's nice when you realize you're past something or someone.
