I am back to Internet dating. Haha Can’t help but laugh about it after reading a post by NC17 (one of my favorite authors on blogger). Do I have an excuse? Probably! Am I really this desperate? No!
First of all, unlike the general girl, I am not looking for love. What I am looking for is a good time. This “good time” translates into - going out with a fun individual I can talk to and laugh with. It is a bonus if the man pays when out on the date. I don’t mean paying for my time, but paying for a dinner, drinks, movie, etc...
I am not desperate because sex is always accessible! Mind you, I haven’t had sex in almost 2 weeks!!! I’m on a short break :) And just two days ago I felt the first pangs of hunger. A desire so deeply ingrained, I hardly think that I could live without it. Uhhh …. SEX.
In the last little while I’ve went on many ‘dates’ with 13 different men. All of which I found online. Let’s just say, I don’t waste time chatting them up for months on end. If I like their photos, what they got to say on their profiles, and the way they write to me in our brief exchange of emails - I meet them for a beverage. It’s simple, fast, and expectation-free.
Some of them have lied about being ‘fit’ on their profiles. And I wondered how fast they gained weight since they posted pictures? These boys are younger than I, and don’t have an excuse of using photos from 10 years ago. LOL
And others have been just socially awkward! One called his male friend to join us for drinks 20 minutes into our meeting. I waited to check out his buddy, since I already wrote off my date hahahaha. Let’s just say I left 5 minutes after his friend arrived. NOT my types.
Finally, one boy seemed to stand out! He is a year my junior, graduated and soon to be working at the hospital as a nurse. Yes, a male nurse. I find him intriguing! Never have I met a man so feminine yet so masculine all at the same time. I like it! We had been on two dates and were going to go on a third…but unfortunately things just didn’t work out.
He does not like making plans! Very indecisive, to the point he does not know what time we should meet on a given day and what we should do. In our text message exchange we agreed to meet at 6 PM. I got all ready by 5:30 PM and sent him a text asking where we should meet?
After 6 PM, finally he responded by saying, “I’m not sure, want to meet around 8 PM? I was thinking of seeing a show. But not sure if there is one tonight :)”
I could not believe it! After taking all my time to get ready and look pretty he just changed the time around. :(
Without time to waste, I sent a text to another guy I was talking to on the dating site. And as it turned out he wanted to meet me this exact evening. We agreed to meet at 7 PM for drinks.
At 7:16 PM I got another text from my male nurse, “I think the show starts at 8 though so it might be too late.”
“Yea, I’m out now. Made other plans cuz I was all ready for 6. Have a good night :)” I wrote back.
“Uh alright, see ya.” He said and I haven’t heard from him for a few days.
I’m not sure all what he thinks about what I said to him???…but we still haven’t seen each other. Texts have been exchanged but no date rescheduled yet.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Escort - Get My Change
I had vowed myself never to give pussy to the creep who called me a whore. On one end I wanted to forgive him on the other I wasn’t sure how I would feel if we fucked again.
You might be curious why I would want to forgive a filthy selfish client who thought less of me than dirt? I will explain it like this - how can anyone stay mad at a stupid dog that shat on the living room carpet? Is it really his fault that he is a moron, partly yes, but for the most part he was raised wrong by society and his parents (if he had any).
I also had to forgive him so I could come to terms with myself. Knowing I let a moron slide meat into me and heard whore afterward left all kinds of rotten feelings. I bet $1,000,000 that I had clients who hated my guts because I am a woman and a whore but at least they didn’t have the balls to tell me.
And so I did forgive but I couldn’t bring myself to see him again.
Then 2 months out of nowhere I started receiving emails of this nature - “Hi *****, I’d love to come see you again. Are you around today?”
All of them I ignored. Apparently my lack of reply was no deterrent!
I was having a post-client shower when my phone rang. Turning off the tap I answered my phone, “Hello, how are you?”
“Hi, are you available today in the next half hour?” A man asked. The caller’s number and name showed up in the caller ID. It was a number I had seen before, in the last few days, but I kept on missing the calls. This was not a number I had on my blacklist.
“Yea, I will be.” I replied. “Let me give you the intersection of where I’m at.”
“I know the address. We have already seen each other before.” He said.
“Oh okay. See yea soon!” And I clicked off.
I dried myself off with a towel and put on my outfit. He said we had met before but I couldn’t recognize this number! I opened up my client list and started searching for his number. In a few seconds the screen flashed with zero results. I was a bit puzzled and hoped for the best. It’s not unusual for a client to use a different number, I have seen this before.
30 minutes later I received a call from downstairs. After buzzing him in, I opened the door to a man. I knew I’ve seen him before but I couldn’t remember when or what his name was.
“Do you remember me?!” He asked.
I shook my head, “Uhh not really.” No need to lie ;)
He took off his shoes and proceeded into my living room where he handed over a wad of cash. I thanked him and started walking out of the room to count the money and place it in a safe location. In the mean time he quickly shed off his clothes.
“Listen, the amount I gave you is $10 more than your ‘ask price’. Can I get the change?” He asked without a hint of hesitation in his voice.
“I don’t have change sorry.” I responded and put away the cash in a drawer.
“Then give me more time. Either give me the change or give me more time.” He started to haggle.
“No. I am not going to do either. You can view the $10 as a ‘tip’ to me.” I told him this as I returned back to the room where he was now fully naked.
“Give me more time!” he said again.
“It’s only $10!”
“That is easy for you to say!” He replied and reclined on the bed.
I didn’t respond and just got on the bed to start the session. After the first round which lasted about 15 minutes, I asked him to turn over so I could give him a back massage. And while I was rubbing my hands over his back it became clear to me (by way of conversation) that he was the same (the one and only) fucker who called me a whore.
At that ‘all knowing’ moment I started to evaluate how I felt. This was a situation I so feared, giving him my pussy again. Not knowing how I would feel fucking a man who hates me. And as I sat there giving him a massage I didn’t feel anything! It wasn’t as terrible as I envisioned it all. The sky did not fall and I didn’t start mutilating my delicate girly bits.
Instead I wanted him out. And I put no effort into his second shot. I knew he wanted to cum again but I played lousy! I kept silent when he wanted me to talk him dirty. And I pretended my wrist got tired of yanking his dick.
He ended up leaving before his original time was up! :D
Once again I put the new phone in my blacklist. It turns out that he got a new cell from this employer. Go figure! Next time some dick tells me he’s seen me before and I have no idea who he is I’m asking for a name :) Cuz this guy always uses the same name with me.
You might be curious why I would want to forgive a filthy selfish client who thought less of me than dirt? I will explain it like this - how can anyone stay mad at a stupid dog that shat on the living room carpet? Is it really his fault that he is a moron, partly yes, but for the most part he was raised wrong by society and his parents (if he had any).
I also had to forgive him so I could come to terms with myself. Knowing I let a moron slide meat into me and heard whore afterward left all kinds of rotten feelings. I bet $1,000,000 that I had clients who hated my guts because I am a woman and a whore but at least they didn’t have the balls to tell me.
And so I did forgive but I couldn’t bring myself to see him again.
Then 2 months out of nowhere I started receiving emails of this nature - “Hi *****, I’d love to come see you again. Are you around today?”
All of them I ignored. Apparently my lack of reply was no deterrent!
I was having a post-client shower when my phone rang. Turning off the tap I answered my phone, “Hello, how are you?”
“Hi, are you available today in the next half hour?” A man asked. The caller’s number and name showed up in the caller ID. It was a number I had seen before, in the last few days, but I kept on missing the calls. This was not a number I had on my blacklist.
“Yea, I will be.” I replied. “Let me give you the intersection of where I’m at.”
“I know the address. We have already seen each other before.” He said.
“Oh okay. See yea soon!” And I clicked off.
I dried myself off with a towel and put on my outfit. He said we had met before but I couldn’t recognize this number! I opened up my client list and started searching for his number. In a few seconds the screen flashed with zero results. I was a bit puzzled and hoped for the best. It’s not unusual for a client to use a different number, I have seen this before.
30 minutes later I received a call from downstairs. After buzzing him in, I opened the door to a man. I knew I’ve seen him before but I couldn’t remember when or what his name was.
“Do you remember me?!” He asked.
I shook my head, “Uhh not really.” No need to lie ;)
He took off his shoes and proceeded into my living room where he handed over a wad of cash. I thanked him and started walking out of the room to count the money and place it in a safe location. In the mean time he quickly shed off his clothes.
“Listen, the amount I gave you is $10 more than your ‘ask price’. Can I get the change?” He asked without a hint of hesitation in his voice.
“I don’t have change sorry.” I responded and put away the cash in a drawer.
“Then give me more time. Either give me the change or give me more time.” He started to haggle.
“No. I am not going to do either. You can view the $10 as a ‘tip’ to me.” I told him this as I returned back to the room where he was now fully naked.
“Give me more time!” he said again.
“It’s only $10!”
“That is easy for you to say!” He replied and reclined on the bed.
I didn’t respond and just got on the bed to start the session. After the first round which lasted about 15 minutes, I asked him to turn over so I could give him a back massage. And while I was rubbing my hands over his back it became clear to me (by way of conversation) that he was the same (the one and only) fucker who called me a whore.
At that ‘all knowing’ moment I started to evaluate how I felt. This was a situation I so feared, giving him my pussy again. Not knowing how I would feel fucking a man who hates me. And as I sat there giving him a massage I didn’t feel anything! It wasn’t as terrible as I envisioned it all. The sky did not fall and I didn’t start mutilating my delicate girly bits.
Instead I wanted him out. And I put no effort into his second shot. I knew he wanted to cum again but I played lousy! I kept silent when he wanted me to talk him dirty. And I pretended my wrist got tired of yanking his dick.
He ended up leaving before his original time was up! :D
Once again I put the new phone in my blacklist. It turns out that he got a new cell from this employer. Go figure! Next time some dick tells me he’s seen me before and I have no idea who he is I’m asking for a name :) Cuz this guy always uses the same name with me.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Sugarbaby - Follow Up on SD Politic
I have not heard from SD Politic since that first and only phone call last month. No surprises! I wrote this pretty little email to him just a day or two after our phone conversation:
“Hi ***,
Thanks for calling. So after our conversation, I did some thinking. I'd like to know a little more about our time together, how we will spend it.
Will we be going out, say for dinner or shopping before we spend intimate time together?
I'd like to have more of a connection, beyond the physical attraction. Don’t you think it would make our time more enjoyable?
Please let me know how you see us spending time together? Example: We plan to meet...(where do we meet)? What do we do together? Do we go anywhere?
Talk to you soon!
*****
PS. Can you send a picture of your body? You can use Photoshop to block your face out.
And a sexual question back at you: How big is your penis? :) ”
LOL
Yes the penis size does matter! Just as much as his question about the quality of my blowjobs. I mean, I want to be able to put my lips around something tangible.
;)
“Hi ***,
Thanks for calling. So after our conversation, I did some thinking. I'd like to know a little more about our time together, how we will spend it.
Will we be going out, say for dinner or shopping before we spend intimate time together?
I'd like to have more of a connection, beyond the physical attraction. Don’t you think it would make our time more enjoyable?
Please let me know how you see us spending time together? Example: We plan to meet...(where do we meet)? What do we do together? Do we go anywhere?
Talk to you soon!
*****
PS. Can you send a picture of your body? You can use Photoshop to block your face out.
And a sexual question back at you: How big is your penis? :) ”
LOL
Yes the penis size does matter! Just as much as his question about the quality of my blowjobs. I mean, I want to be able to put my lips around something tangible.
;)
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