(FYI: the shift keys suck on this school keyboard, there will be errors and lowercase i's) So, I came home from this meeting with twin and the thing he is doing. Still more details later. I was bored... a lil upset and greatly bothered. What was bothering me? I was just pissed a situation that happened with my paycheck from my first job, and an interaction that I had from a prospect. It was all good, even though it wasn't. I'm growing tired of trying to find someone to just be a gentleman to me. I'm becoming impatient waiting for the opportunity to make somebody's life better. my outlook is gray and my horizon is foggy. I'm not very optimistic about my future romantic/love life. it does feel like every attempt to find it is an act of desperation. i'm not desperate by any means but i feel like opportunities are running out. Shrugs shoulders and moves on!
I was communicating with someone online. he was a top. i dont entertain tops anymore. i dont like hookups but my horniness makes me vulnerable. we exchanged phone numbers and we were swapping personal information, in efforts to determine each other's eligibility for the other. him being a top was an out for me. he said he's not trying to take a dick and he's probably not open to it. oh well! his out was that i didn't have enough time to see him 4-5 times a week. It wouldn't be enough. through interactions, i felt he was the possessive and jealous type. eh... i'll pass and no sleep lost. but, yes there's a but! i had a coupla drinks because my day warranted it. that rum and coke was sitting right with me. he was very easy on the eyes, handsome in other words, and i was horny. horny and drinks with me is not a great combo. its a recipe for a fucking. so we all know where this post is going!
He asked me if i wanted to come keep him warm. i wanted to be held. while the time of morning (am) was telling me it was too late, my horniness and alcohol level said, "go get yaself held tonight, you deserve it!" i girded up my loins and made it over guys house. he was very attractive, better than his pictures indicated. i was turned on. i was there to be held. he had a conference call and he held me when he was on his call. we watched tv as he held me. i began to drift and we went into the bedroom and he held me. he slipped his hand down my beater and began to play with my nipples. for the past 2 weeks i been wanting someone to play with my nipples. He help me and played. my dick was hard since i got out the car and i dont have one of those dicks that you can hide well when its erect. i just wanted to be held, i think. he felt down through my basket ball shorts and felt my dick and asked me if i was sure i wanted to JUST BE HELD. i hesitated. he made his move on my neck and i slid the shorts off.
Very quickly, fast forwarding past the rug burn, the legs thrown up down left and right, the arches that were bent, the quick squeeks of the bed, the cum stains on the wall and bed sheets, and passionate kissing, here comes the pillow talk...
That pussy was good. how do you get that ass so wet. it was so warm. why would anybody wanna give up this ass? it was like a glove, gripping my dick from top to bottom. so smooth and slick damn, i wanna get that ass tonight after you get off of work. come back over. you wanna try to work this out? i know i'm a top but this can work. i can make you not want ass by giving you dick until you burst and scream i cant take no more. come on lemme be ya man.
I was communicating with someone online. he was a top. i dont entertain tops anymore. i dont like hookups but my horniness makes me vulnerable. we exchanged phone numbers and we were swapping personal information, in efforts to determine each other's eligibility for the other. him being a top was an out for me. he said he's not trying to take a dick and he's probably not open to it. oh well! his out was that i didn't have enough time to see him 4-5 times a week. It wouldn't be enough. through interactions, i felt he was the possessive and jealous type. eh... i'll pass and no sleep lost. but, yes there's a but! i had a coupla drinks because my day warranted it. that rum and coke was sitting right with me. he was very easy on the eyes, handsome in other words, and i was horny. horny and drinks with me is not a great combo. its a recipe for a fucking. so we all know where this post is going!
He asked me if i wanted to come keep him warm. i wanted to be held. while the time of morning (am) was telling me it was too late, my horniness and alcohol level said, "go get yaself held tonight, you deserve it!" i girded up my loins and made it over guys house. he was very attractive, better than his pictures indicated. i was turned on. i was there to be held. he had a conference call and he held me when he was on his call. we watched tv as he held me. i began to drift and we went into the bedroom and he held me. he slipped his hand down my beater and began to play with my nipples. for the past 2 weeks i been wanting someone to play with my nipples. He help me and played. my dick was hard since i got out the car and i dont have one of those dicks that you can hide well when its erect. i just wanted to be held, i think. he felt down through my basket ball shorts and felt my dick and asked me if i was sure i wanted to JUST BE HELD. i hesitated. he made his move on my neck and i slid the shorts off.
Very quickly, fast forwarding past the rug burn, the legs thrown up down left and right, the arches that were bent, the quick squeeks of the bed, the cum stains on the wall and bed sheets, and passionate kissing, here comes the pillow talk...
That pussy was good. how do you get that ass so wet. it was so warm. why would anybody wanna give up this ass? it was like a glove, gripping my dick from top to bottom. so smooth and slick damn, i wanna get that ass tonight after you get off of work. come back over. you wanna try to work this out? i know i'm a top but this can work. i can make you not want ass by giving you dick until you burst and scream i cant take no more. come on lemme be ya man.
::yawn::
good night! i was tired and didn't really feel like the lets get married conversation. i brushed him off and tried to move on...
::Enter Awkwardness::
well get out! i was like "what did he just say?" I'm thinkin that he was really teling me to get out and i was about to raise hell till he said he was playin. then he says i wouldn't want anyone to treat him like that. This is what took the cake. He began to make bible references! Left field! There was about fifteen minutes of scripture quites on morality and things of the sort. i just wanted him to shut up and hold me. he eventually did but i mean i had to go through a sermon and a call to worship for alla that to happen!
the fuck was good. i enjoyed it, it just left me feeling off. not even that, i was feeling the same way i felt before i got there. there's something more that i was wanting. there's something more that I'm needing. the connection was non existant. I'm at a pitchblack crossroad and can't see where to go.
Just Keep Wondering...
3 thoughts:
I'm loving this pillow talk...Seems like you needed more of an emotional intercourse which seems to have been over shadowed by the physical intercourse.
"...how do you get that ass so wet?" I assume that if he used lube he would have known how it got so wet, but I guess he didn't. So how did you get that ass so wet? But that really isn't the reason for this post...is it?
Whereas needing and wanting to be held was the intent, clearly you need more.
I think you need to have more of an emotional tie or connection. In my opinion if that was there, being held would have been suffice.
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