I went almost a month with no special guests for Terry to enjoy. And while that was great for me, I know it was killing Terry. So with his birthday on the horizon, I agreed to bring back someone I really didn't enjoy-Lamont. Although he has an unfortunate name, he's got a rocking body and a really big dick. My real complaint with Lamont was that he kind of man handled me. Terry would always mention Lamont whenever he could. I figured that this was a gift that Terry would appreciate.
So we don't get to see Lamont on Terry's birthday- which was my hope- but he came over a few days later. Usually before the special guests show up, Terry and I would fool around. On this day we didn't fool around and then before I knew it, Lamont was there. So before anything gets started, I tell Lamont to try and be a little gentler with me. Well this resulted in him not being able to get hard and me having to give him a blow job for a half hour! (I can be sure of the time because Terry has a clock by his bed.) Later in the evening, Terry would mention that he was surprised and a little jealous that Lamont was getting such a long blow job.
So Lamont finally gets it together and I'm having a terrible time. I have a pain in my abdomen and now Lamont is jack hammering away. I'm totally pissed at Terry and I just want this to finish. Eventually Lamont finishes and he even apologizes that he can't be gentler with me. I tell him that's fine- I'm lying- and make small talk that includes us getting together again. The whole time he was pounding away at me, I wondered who enjoys this kind of sex. The way he is in the sack completely negates how good looking he is.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, March 23, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Space Invader
In my last post I mentioned that my sister moved in with me and promised more at a later date. So here it is. Back in January, I began hearing a rumor that my sister was going to be moving in with me. My others sisters would say, "She'll be living with you any minute now", "Better start cleaning that room". Now being a single girl in a two bedroom condo, I've always said to friends and family that if they need a place to stay that they are welcome to my spare bedroom. But there's always been one caveat - they have to clean the room. Since it's my spare room, it basically serves as my junk room. A dumping ground for everything that doesn't have a place, things that I don't want to deal with right now and everything that needs to be hidden before company shows up. It was like having a garage inside.
The last time I cleaned that room was in August before my best friend came to visit from London. Since then, I have been keeping the room much cleaner than usual. So the first week of this month, my sister called me and said "Hello roomie". She proceeded to tell me that she'd be coming over "to clean her room" in the next week. What the fuck?! In a week's time, I was going to go from swinging single to Patty and Selma. I haven't lived with anyone in 8 years, how is this going to work? And more importantly where is all of my shit from that room going to go?
So the next week rolls around and my sister comes to look at and measure the room like this is some kind of a showroom. During this time my parents decided that they would build a monster shed in my backyard so I'd have some place to put all of my stuff and my sister's stuff. In less than a week, that shed is done and my sister's move into my house begins.
I've been spending most of this month getting used to having someone in my space. While my sister is really only at my house Monday through Thursday and spends the weekend with her boyfriend, her presence has impacted my life. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to be able to help out my sister but now I have to plan my sexual adventures; Terry hasn't been over since she moved in. The worse part of her arrival has been all of the cleaning that I've had to do. Going through old boxes and bags, trying to give away or sell anything that I can. And even after that, still being surrounded by things that need to be dealt with. Even as I write this entry, I'm avoiding dealing with two boxes and two bags of stuff. And let's not even begin to talk about what a shambles my bedroom is. All of this cleaning is as annoying as the ShamWow guy.
So far it's been pretty good with my sister around; she's been cleaning the common areas, so that's helpful. But turning things off after her and finding that my food and/or drinks are gone when I come back is extremely annoying. I'm trying to keep an open mind. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.
The last time I cleaned that room was in August before my best friend came to visit from London. Since then, I have been keeping the room much cleaner than usual. So the first week of this month, my sister called me and said "Hello roomie". She proceeded to tell me that she'd be coming over "to clean her room" in the next week. What the fuck?! In a week's time, I was going to go from swinging single to Patty and Selma. I haven't lived with anyone in 8 years, how is this going to work? And more importantly where is all of my shit from that room going to go?
So the next week rolls around and my sister comes to look at and measure the room like this is some kind of a showroom. During this time my parents decided that they would build a monster shed in my backyard so I'd have some place to put all of my stuff and my sister's stuff. In less than a week, that shed is done and my sister's move into my house begins.
I've been spending most of this month getting used to having someone in my space. While my sister is really only at my house Monday through Thursday and spends the weekend with her boyfriend, her presence has impacted my life. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy to be able to help out my sister but now I have to plan my sexual adventures; Terry hasn't been over since she moved in. The worse part of her arrival has been all of the cleaning that I've had to do. Going through old boxes and bags, trying to give away or sell anything that I can. And even after that, still being surrounded by things that need to be dealt with. Even as I write this entry, I'm avoiding dealing with two boxes and two bags of stuff. And let's not even begin to talk about what a shambles my bedroom is. All of this cleaning is as annoying as the ShamWow guy.
So far it's been pretty good with my sister around; she's been cleaning the common areas, so that's helpful. But turning things off after her and finding that my food and/or drinks are gone when I come back is extremely annoying. I'm trying to keep an open mind. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Valentine's Day- what a let down
Yesterday was Valentine's day and it wasn't as much fun as I had hoped for. I should have known it would be a bummer. Every time I have high hopes for a day, it almost always results in disappointment. After a particularly bad birthday-I had a bit of a break down when I didn't get to eat lunch at Chez Panisse- I decided that the being out of town is the best way for me to spend my birthday. It totally prevents me from evaluating every decision I've ever made. But even with my history of being disappointed on my birthday, I thought why not keep hope alive for Valentine's day.
Now Terry has told me on more than one occasion that he doesn't celebrate holidays and birthdays; seems like a cop out to me- sometimes he can be cheap. So with that knowledge, I planned a low key evening for us at his house. I would have preferred him to come to my house but right now my house looks like a disaster area because one of my sisters moved in with me. (More on that at a later date.) It's kind of weird to do something nice for someone when you know there won't be any reciprocation. I know you're supposed to do nice things without expecting anything in return. . .but come on, it's valentine's day!
My plans for the evening involved a heart shaped pizza- thank you Papa Murphy's- some freshly made chocolate mousse and a special guest. Thankfully I found a hilarious postcard when I was cleaning, so all the gifts cost me $9 dollars. I even told Terry that I got him a gift in hopes that he would do something, anything for me. Now I was way into getting the pizza because it was a win-win for me; Terry gets a gift and I get pizza. So I arrived with the pizza- he doesn't notice it's heart shaped until it's baked- and doesn't bother to thank me for it. What the fuck?! He says he likes the gifts but only after I ask. The night proceeded to go down hill from there.
The day before Rob (see Houston, I think we have a problem) had to cancel at the last minute. So I felt like I needed to get someone to come over. I posted an ad on good ole' Craigslist and found several someones to come over. I settled on a guy that I met online (Trent) last summer when I was looking for someone to go to the nude beach with me. So Trent said he'll come over sometime after 9:30pm. When he got there, he didn't look as good as his photo; he was doughy, had a small dick and looks like a guy I went out with a few times named Roger (see Golden Rule of dating), so that was creeping me out. On top of all that, Trent didn't get there until 11:45pm and was gone by 12:15am. Are you kidding me?!
Before Trent's arrival, I started getting agitated that Terry was acting so excited. It was obvious I didn't want to do Trent and every time we have a new special guests, I'm pissed and prefer to be drunk. But since this was Valentine's day, instead of being angry I was teary. I was crying when Terry was eating me out and started again when we were talking after Trent left. I told Terry that I felt like he was only into me when we're having special guests. And that I don't like the special guests, that they make me feel bad. It was like he wasn't listening. He went on about enjoying watching me and that he'd like to increase to twice a week. I immediately said no to that. He said we could stop but I think he only said that to get me to stop crying. I wanted to scream "You didn't even say thank you for the pizza!" but I couldn't remember if he did or not.
When I left his house this morning, Terry seemed sad but I wanted to go because I had already had a crying fit that morning. My behavior makes me worried about what's going to happen on my birthday. Hell I'm worried about how I'm going to be the next time I'm at Terry's house.
Now Terry has told me on more than one occasion that he doesn't celebrate holidays and birthdays; seems like a cop out to me- sometimes he can be cheap. So with that knowledge, I planned a low key evening for us at his house. I would have preferred him to come to my house but right now my house looks like a disaster area because one of my sisters moved in with me. (More on that at a later date.) It's kind of weird to do something nice for someone when you know there won't be any reciprocation. I know you're supposed to do nice things without expecting anything in return. . .but come on, it's valentine's day!
My plans for the evening involved a heart shaped pizza- thank you Papa Murphy's- some freshly made chocolate mousse and a special guest. Thankfully I found a hilarious postcard when I was cleaning, so all the gifts cost me $9 dollars. I even told Terry that I got him a gift in hopes that he would do something, anything for me. Now I was way into getting the pizza because it was a win-win for me; Terry gets a gift and I get pizza. So I arrived with the pizza- he doesn't notice it's heart shaped until it's baked- and doesn't bother to thank me for it. What the fuck?! He says he likes the gifts but only after I ask. The night proceeded to go down hill from there.
The day before Rob (see Houston, I think we have a problem) had to cancel at the last minute. So I felt like I needed to get someone to come over. I posted an ad on good ole' Craigslist and found several someones to come over. I settled on a guy that I met online (Trent) last summer when I was looking for someone to go to the nude beach with me. So Trent said he'll come over sometime after 9:30pm. When he got there, he didn't look as good as his photo; he was doughy, had a small dick and looks like a guy I went out with a few times named Roger (see Golden Rule of dating), so that was creeping me out. On top of all that, Trent didn't get there until 11:45pm and was gone by 12:15am. Are you kidding me?!
Before Trent's arrival, I started getting agitated that Terry was acting so excited. It was obvious I didn't want to do Trent and every time we have a new special guests, I'm pissed and prefer to be drunk. But since this was Valentine's day, instead of being angry I was teary. I was crying when Terry was eating me out and started again when we were talking after Trent left. I told Terry that I felt like he was only into me when we're having special guests. And that I don't like the special guests, that they make me feel bad. It was like he wasn't listening. He went on about enjoying watching me and that he'd like to increase to twice a week. I immediately said no to that. He said we could stop but I think he only said that to get me to stop crying. I wanted to scream "You didn't even say thank you for the pizza!" but I couldn't remember if he did or not.
When I left his house this morning, Terry seemed sad but I wanted to go because I had already had a crying fit that morning. My behavior makes me worried about what's going to happen on my birthday. Hell I'm worried about how I'm going to be the next time I'm at Terry's house.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
New Day Dawning
Yesterday was the presidential inauguration of Barack Obama. I don't think so many people have watched the inauguration since they started airing it on TV. And I know that this was the largest crowd of people to go to the inauguration- 2 million plus. For a country that thinks of the political process as only slightly more tolerable than a root canal, this was amazing. Now unless you've been living under a rock, you've been hearing about the historic nature of this election non-stop. And given that my blog is mostly about booty calls and making out with strangers, using this space to talk about politics seems as out of place as Dame Edna being the keynote speaker at The Evangelical Ministers Assembly.
But I just wanted to say that I was happy to see so many Americans actually care about our political system. Our general apathy has allowed at lot of poor decisions to be made on our behalf. Being a person of color with low level hippie parents, I've always been interested in politics. Thankfully not in a way that is annoying. Although if you're leanings aren't more to the left, I'll be forced to tell you "You are wrong" repeatedly and it could be a deal breaker on our friendship. But if there is one thing that I'd like everyone to take away from yesterday it is President Obama's call to action ". . .Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America."
Everyone, even this easy, breezy girl has some work to do. Let's get started.
But I just wanted to say that I was happy to see so many Americans actually care about our political system. Our general apathy has allowed at lot of poor decisions to be made on our behalf. Being a person of color with low level hippie parents, I've always been interested in politics. Thankfully not in a way that is annoying. Although if you're leanings aren't more to the left, I'll be forced to tell you "You are wrong" repeatedly and it could be a deal breaker on our friendship. But if there is one thing that I'd like everyone to take away from yesterday it is President Obama's call to action ". . .Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America."
Everyone, even this easy, breezy girl has some work to do. Let's get started.
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