And Then There Were None…

So Link and I were all set to meet this weekend. I don’t anticipate that it would have been anything other than drinks, but it had potential.

Then he heard from his wife. She doesn’t want to sign the papers. She wants to go to counseling.

Too bad. I was looking forward to meeting him. He seemed a lot sweeter, and somehow more “with it” than any of the other men I’ve met on that site.

I’m doing an excellent job of whittling down my options to nothing.

Le sigh.

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– So Bunny Ears and I seem to have petered off. We’ve had a few texts here and there, and mentioned getting together over the holidays, but it never happened. He’s a bit too much hassle anyways, I mean I’ve had less difficulty scheduling appointments with local dignitaries than getting together with him. I’m choosing to not let it affect my ego.

– My brother mentioned to me a few of his difficulties with his girlfriend the other day. I could cheerfully have gone my whole life without knowing how conservative he is sexually, and knowing what she was trying to initiate with him. Awkward.

– I took down my profile from one site the other day. I was a bit put off by some of the messages I was getting. However I forgot that I had a profile on another site, and suddenly I seem to be getting a lot of attention over there. It’s a whole different crowd at the other site, so maybe I’ll hang there for a while.

– I haven’t met Link yet, it seems like he has joint custody of his children, so getting together with him is quite legitimately challenging. He’s quite sweet, so I’m content to be patient.

– I did get a couple of emails re: my post below- I would love to see some more!

Tell Me What You Want to Do to Me…

That was the message that I sent to Link when he sent me his *ahem* photo.

And here was his response:

The water is warm and the spray has a nice pulsating action firm but not uncomfortable. I’m behind you cupping your breast gently squeezing your nipples as as soft moan escapes you lips.
I can feel you gently arch your back and as my hard c*ck gently part your p*ssy lips not penetrating but running the length of my rod. Rubbing against you clit,you fall into a nice rythm rocking against me coating my c*ck with your juices. I reach around and start working your clit, gawd you love it. You press your ass against me. You reach down and rub the under side of my c*ck….pressing against engorged clit.
I’m alternating licking and kissing your neck and ears,mmm you seem to like that. I start working my way way down your back continuing to alternate between licking and kissing. I get to the top of your bum and you arch even more… i know what you want. I start to tease you with the tip of my tongue. You place a leg on the edge of the tub, opening yourself to me. I sit between your legs the spray of the shower hitting me in the head…it doesn’t matter. I engulf your clit with my mouth..tracing circles with tongue. You start grinding against my face. I take my finger and slide it inside you, rubbing the the front wall of your p*ssy. Gently sliding my finger upwards mmmm I found your spot. I know it instantly.

I continue to stroke you as I pull a way for a moment to catch my breath.:) Mmmm I can actually see your juices flowing out of you, Gawd you taste like honey.I slide my pinky inside,coating it in you.I go back using my forefinger u seem to enjoy the thicker digit.:) But now tickling you ass with my pinky too. Gently massaging your sensitive asshole,slowly, over time,it isn’t until I feel you relax that it slides in effortlessly.
The combination of my mouth tracing circles around your cl*t while my hand expertly working your gspot and ass brings you to the edge.I can feel your leg start to shake and your p*ssy tighten around my finger. You look amazing,you must be bearing down as I see your pussy open you up completely,deep pink. Your legs finally give out and I quickly support you with my hands, finishing with just my mouth. It turns me on as I watch you convulse in pleasure, you really c*m hard,you have an awesome c*m face.You look hot. Mmm your juices thick and sweet, I don’t miss a drop. What a great way to start a night.:)

Not too bad.

A Potential Second Suitor…

So I’m thinking about meeting someone new this weekend. As I’ve mentioned, I haven’t quite sorted out the Administrative details of all this in my head.

I’m not sure how I feel about having more than one partner going on at the same time (please note, I do not mean simultaneously :P) This is not for any moralistic reason- more just for safety/health etc.

However, as much as I adore Bunny Ears, I’ve meet him twice in a month and a half and getting together with him is quite honestly a pain in the ass. I mean we’re both single, and scheduling a time to get together? Much more effort than it’s worth. Especially since it’s not like we need to spend more than a couple of hours together.

So, I’m thinking about meeting #2 this weekend. Let’s call him “Link.” (Due to a combination of reasons involving his profile name). Link is the one who said that it was cool if I wasn’t interested, and that I should write erotica.

We’ve exchanged a few naughty emails, and he’s quite a good writer himself. Very detailed. Perhaps I’ll post some of it on here soon.

The one thing that I find hilarious though is that he comments on my writing in a rather specific way. He told me that in one part I gave a “good visual.” I am dying to know if he’s an English teacher of some sort.

I am still apprehensive about these meetings though. Generally on a date I worry about things like whether or not they’ll find me cute/interesting/intelligent.

On these “dates” I’m more concerned about whether or not there’s an attraction, but even more importantly- how these men are feeling about these kinds of meetings. I.e are they going to be misogynistic assholes who are going to act like I’m a whore because of how we met? Now being treated like whore in the bedroom = good. Being treated like whore out in public because I’m owning my sexuality= not good and potentially scary.

But, the initial meeting must be done, and I have to remind myself that I am in control. And I have the choice to stay or go or decide to take things further.

So far, Link has been as gentlemanly as I would like, as well as naughty as I would like too.

Hopefully with time, I’ll get the hang of all this…