#12 – Security Director. Why hello Tinder, I’ve missed your antics. Feeling frisky and in town for less than 48 hours, I cast a wide net. Including this guy who’s profile doesn’t show his face. We chat, easy convo gets me worked up. He working late, we agree to meet up when he gets off, first 11, then 12. Then he invites me to the venue for a classic fantasy bathroom hookup. Knock that experience off my list, yes please. Walk in and upstairs to the bar, for a whiskey neat (as instructed). He messages ” you looked nervous”. Well, ya, I dont know what you look like. “I was at the door”. Oh, nice play. You knew it was me, verified when you looked at my ID. Silly me. “When you are halfway done with your drink come downstairs and I’ll tell you where to go. On second thought, down that drink. Let’s go.” Instructs me to go through the closed restaurant on the first floor and down the stairs to the restrooms, into the last stall, and start to get myself ready. Damn. Maybe it was the prospect of being caught, although chances were slim; or that itd been a really long time since I’d gotten with a random; but I was glad I decided not to wear panties, they would have been dripping.
He did all the right things. And again, I was reminded I get to loud, good old push me against the wall and hand over my mouth. Fuck Yes. Not sure how many times I came, but damn glad I took the chance and played that game!
#13 – The Magician. No, really. We matched on tinder, he said he had a show from 8-10, so I asked if he was a musician. He said nope, a magician. Hmm, ok, well, show me a trick, I can get down with that. We chatted forr a while, then when we were both done with our things, we met up. We met at his building and walked to one of his favorite local bars. It was an amazing place, rotating chandeliers, just a really cool place. We had a drink and chatted. References to go back to his place, I was all about it. He had a dog, and told me his name was Simba, I was sold on that. After our drink, and a few well placed touches at the bar, we headed to his place. He told me the decor was similar to the bar, but i didn’t expect this. Walk in, and its more of what I would call a loft than an apt, and the entry hall had some interesting art pictures, I was looking at while he greeted Simba. Then Simba came to see me and wanted all the love, he went to set the music and probably hide whatever he had out, then he mentioned the Throne and Suit of Armor. Like, an actual fucking throne and suit of armor. This guy… This place was legit.
In the kitchen, he fed me the most amazing ice cream as promised, and gave me an IPA. As if, I wan’t already into this. We made out for a bit in the kitchen, then moved to the bedroom. He had suit jackets on cloth busts on the way. I didn’t even notice the pool table until the way out. HIs bedroom was amazing. I am still a little amazed, and wonder how a magician makes that kind of money. Poor Simba was asleep on the bed, and promptly was kicked out, when all the clothes came off. He had the most amazing tattoos on his chest and upper arms, not all things connected, but beautiful and cool. He did just the right amount of carressing and spanking and just hitting all the right places. I loved his reaction to his dick in my mouth, and between my breasts. This was fun… I can imagine the things that we could explore. We talked about Brunch. Not weird about the fact I got up and got dressed, he showed me his favorite art work, cool as fuck under the black light, and I notices the pieces with the crayons, that he made… Too bad we don’t live in the same city, he would be fun to have around. I left and got totally backward in the building, ended up exiting at the alley, in the rain… but o well, what a better conclusion to my 2019 goal?
That’s a wrap. I’m by no means done with getting different dick, but I’m not in a hurry to keep finding different ones. I just want a few that I can have on a regular basis. If I find a new one along the lines, ok, but I think I’ve caught up, and know how to get one in a hurry if need be.
So…. what’s up with the
well, I decided to rank the Baker’s Dozen. He’s the loose criteria I used….
One donut
Amazingly perfect. Definitely do it again.
Two Donuts
Had fun, good technique, room for improvement.
Three Donuts
Has potential, would fuck again, but needs some instruction
Four Donuts
Just Ok, wanted feedback and to confirm ” he did a good job”
Five donuts
He wanted to cuddle. Just no. That’s not what this was.
When you actually think about it, I spent 12+ years with just him.. 8+ years of marriage, a few years of dating before that. Allmost 13 years of wasted time. My life before that was great, since I can remember I was also into boys, and got all that I wanted from them.. Some people might say I was a nympho (and frankly, some people did say that); but I prefer to just think I always has a healthy sexual appetite. Really from the time I could remember, even before I really knew what sex was. So, i that realization of almost 13 years with the same dick, which turned out to be a waste of time; I feel like I deserve a batch of fresh, new dick this year. 13 to be exact, one for each year it was just him. And this is how it played out:
#1- The fuckbuddy. So not his profession, but thats how I’ve come to refer to him. I’ve known him for years, we actually have a professional relationship, over the years I’d randomly see him out. The night it started, we ran into him and I blurted I was getting divorced. I was drunk, he was drunk. We chatted we flirted, he whispered sexy talk in my ears, I was wanting and went with it/him home. I sorta remember the car ride, his hands in inappropriate places while we were in the back of the uber. Then clothes coming off from the door, through kitchen to bedroom. Last thing I remember was my mouth on his dick.
Then I woke up, head on his chest, no clothes on anyone. Said fuck, and got the hell outta there. Only a mild freakout at 4am. Texted my homies, and send another message or two I shouldnt have.
Next day, he legit tried hard to get in touch, after he had a date with my friend, because when she told me she was going to watch the game with her, i admitted i went home with him the night before. We finally connected, and he wanted me to come over for pizza. Nope. That wasnt happening, all too weird and new. He just went on a “date” with my friend. So we met at the pizza place. Best conversation I had in a long time. Before we ordered the pizza, somehow things shifted and the sexual tension was unreal, so we got the pizza to go, and went back to his place. This time, I remembered everything, and damn was it amazing. And the second and third time that night was just as good. The time inbetween was good too, just hanging out. Hadn’t done that with a guy in a while.
Subsequently, we had some good conversations about what I needed, and what he likes. And every now and again (monthly or so), we hang out/ aka have sex. Thus, hes my fuck buddy.
Fuckbuddy –
#2 – The paramedic. He was the first one I officially met from the dating app. Three days after I signed up. We went on a true date, dinner at a restaurant, he bought. That part was over quick. The conversation was dull, and he escaped to the bathroom for so long, I wondered if he left me alone at the restaurant. He asked if I wanted to go somewhere else, but he doesn’t drink; so where would we go. I agreed to go back to his place, knowing that was the best shot of knocking the first random off the list, I wasn’t ever going to see him again. We watched some TV for maybe all of 5 minutes before shit got real. About 2 seconds of couch play and we moved to his bedroom. Thankfully, he lived alone. Things progressed and I hoped they would and it was fiine. Not great, but well knocked that one off the list.
After the first time, he asked if we could just lay there and he could cuddle me. Even my ex-husband can attest to the fact that I am not a cuddler. Sure it feels great for all of 3.5 seconds; but after that I typically get hot, or uncomfortable, or just annoyed and am over it. But, not wanting to be a complete bitch, I let him have his few minutes of my torture, I mean his cuddle time. Then that’s when it got weird. He began to initiate a round two, but it definitely was a little awkward. He kept asking for compliments about his penis, of which I was like sure, you are right. Then he wanted a handjob, easy sure. I got this. He got up to get some lotion. Dude, are you 12, I have better lubrication than the Jergens you keep in the bathroom; but I went with it. The good girl I am. But his instruction on what he liked, kinda threw me for a loop. Clearly I had been out of the game longer than I cared to admit, but this was a new one for me. He didn’t really seem to want an actual jerking, but more a rubbing one out, either way, job was done and I didn’t have to lick it. Win for me.
After another fucking couple of minutes of cuddling, and him proclaiming how long it had been for him bullshit, and blah blah blah. I said, oh, its late I need to go. He said, no rush, you can spend the night. I was like, “Nah, I have to get home. Have an early morning” So I got up and started to look for my clothes. Of course I fucking wore leggings that day. That meant not just panties, bra and dress, but fucking leggings and of course a sweater too. I had the bra on, and the panties, and was starting with the leggings, when he stopped me, and threw me back on the bed. He came down and kissed me like he meant it, Ok, I was thinking, I can dig this. Then he flipped me over and had me get on my hands and knees. Then he pulled the one leg of the leggings I had managed to get on my ankle away, and came up behind me. Moved my already wet panties to the side, and started with his hand. Yes, I thought, this was going to be good. Then he quickly replaced his hand, quite too soon, with his penis. What happened next was all too quick, well too quick for me to get much from it, and seconds before I had just high hopes. Then when he was spent, again, I went ahead and got dressed. Then left. He gave me a quick kiss as I walked out the door, but that was it. He did eventually message me again, 4 or 5 days later, and then again a couple of months after that. But I was done. He didn’t quite get my motor running.
Paramedic
#3 – The student. His profile said looking for friends with benefits. Dang, thats exactly what I ultimately wanted. He came and met me at a bar after I’d been Mardi Gras parading all day. We left to find somewhere “quiet to talk”. That pretty much just meant we went to his car, and drove around to find a parking lot. He had roommates, and I sure as hell, wasn’t bringing him back to my place. So we stopped in a random parking lot and hooked up there. It was awkward and uncomfortable, and damn was I D-R-U-N-K. After he dropped me back off at the bar, all my friends were there. And judging by the missed texts were missing me.
I had the WORST bruises on my legs, from the gear shift and the door in subsequent days. Car sex is no go, I’m too OLD for that shit. We talked again a few time, but I wasn’t feeling it. So i told him “nah, not happening”; that Mother-Fucker kept texting me every 5-9 days for months. Damn hommie, I said we were done.
The Student:
#4 – Teacher – I was flirt texting with a couple of guys online since the day before; one of whom I thought I was going to meet that afternoon. The texting was borderline sexting, and that really got me going. But atlas, he ghosted me, so I was left with my friend and her date. So opened the app, and tried to pass the time. One of the guys said he’d be free in a few more hours. So I matched wth the teacher. And we started talking, things turned dirty quickly, and I was excited. I told him where I was, but he said he had family in town or some shit, watching the basketball game and couldn’t get away. My response was, well I’m at this bar, so….
Then he said, well I got to run an errand, and can meet you in the parking lot for a few minutes. I was like ok. Let’s do it. Then he said, great I’m leaving now. Not sure if he was really coming or what would happen, I walked up to the bar, saw a friend, squeezed in next to her, and then rudely clapped and yelled at the bartender, that I needed a shot ASAP. He got me what I needed, and I apologized for my rudeness, all forgiven. Did my shot, and then he said I’m here, in the parking lot.
So I told my friend and her date, I’ll be back in a few minutes, got to get something from my car; and walked out the door. Found the teacher, and headed with him back to his car. Unfortunately, he definitely had a car, with very liittle room. We both got in the backseat, and immediately started to make out. I was wearing a dress, so that made access easy. After a few minutes of that, he had me get on all fours, best I could in the back seat, and he went to town. He didn’t even bother removing my by then soaking panties, and just slid them to the side, touching, licking caressing everything he could get a hold on. Then he smacked my ass. I think I about came right then, damn, that hurt and felt amazing at the same time. Pretty sure I did definitely squirt with his next progression of moves, I was moaning and feeling so good, forgetting the fact we were in the backseat of a car (thank god for those tinted windows) in a busy parking lot, it was only 8pm. After a while of me getting my fill, squirting and coming everywhere, I decided I was uncomfortable, and decided it was his turn. I flipped around with my deliciously sore ass, and sucked his dick til he came down my throat. We went back to calmly making out, until it started to get hot and heavy again, with his hands pushing aside my already soaking panties. The rest, well I’ll leave that to your imagination, backseat car sex is no easy feat. Neither was composing myself to walk back into the bar and rejoin my friends.
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