3.31.2005
- So, the guilt has gotten to me. I will now post.
Sorry, though, still no inspiration.
I will ponder, however, on the difficultly of finding a job. The ups and downs of the job search are really starting to get to me. I spent a whole afternoon contemplating all the things I could do with money once I had a job, on the vain hope that an interview scheduled for later that day would provide the aforementioned job. Of course, once I got there, I found out that the job I had applied for was actually two states away and I would have to relocate. Hm. All of my imagined treasures swirled down a drain before my eyes. Yes, the search is getting to me.
What's even worse, I have gotten rid of 4 trash bags of clothes and shoes, and now every morning I stare at my empty closet and wince, knowing that even if I do get a job, I'll be wearing the same outfit every 3rd day until I get some paychecks under my belt. Ahhh, the agony of being female. If a man committed this crime, not one person would notice, but a woman!!! Never a good way to make a good impression at a new job.
Ohhhh well, life goes on, and tax returns will hopefully provide a little spending cash. Hopefully, a few new toys to inspire me, too. *winks* Maybe even a last setting on my tattoo. When I get it done, I will post a pic.
Oh, by the way, if anyone has been following long enough to wonder what happened to my pretty little dancer, well, you and me both. The usual fade-away has occurred, so, on to new and better pursuits. He took me to a local show last night, and I found a whole new crowd of women to drool over...hm...maybe inspiration will hit soon after all...
- Sorry, not a lot of posting lately, much pondering to do. Trying to find a new path in life, never a fun or easy thing to do. Hopefully things will start smoothing out, and inspiration will strike again soon. Until then!
- I woke up out of a dream to hear the alarm screeching a few inches from my head.
Never a pleasant awakening
Somehow, the little shit had managed to fall onto the bed and slid between the pillows and end up right next to my head, leaving him sleeping soundly a few feet away. How rude. This just begs for revenge. Or whatever it is called when you take out your bad luck on an innocent bystander.
I slid over to his side of the bed, and under his blanket. He was as hot as a furnace, as usual. He only shifted slightly and mumbled "mmm-hmmm" when I ran my hand down his stomach and thigh, and back up to cup his balls. Mmmmm, indeed. Yummy balls, all loose and warm. I can never resist a good set of balls, especially his. Something just fascinates me about them, I can play with them forever, pulling, rolling, pinching, feeling them tighten up and become loose again. After taking a few minutes to indulge myself, I set to work with my revenge. Warm hands, warm semi-hard cock quickly becomes warm hands around a hot, hard cock.
"Gettoff, I gotta pee"
I ignore him, and continue stroking up and down his dick, pausing to cup his balls at the bottom of each stroke. He obviously forgets his bladder and falls back asleep, because it's a good 5 minutes before he pushes my hands away and rolls out of bed.
10 minutes later he grumbles his way back to the bedroom, slams the door, slams the closet door, slams the dresser drawer, and slams the bedroom door again. I giggle.
Sweet revenge.
- It was a boring, too-long Friday, and my fuck buddy had just called to tell me he was going back to his ex. Blah. There go my plans.
So, I buried myself in my work, ignoring occasional im's from the typical empty profile. Then came a profile with a picture. Of a cock. A rather nice one, at that. I was intrigued.
I answered him, and he asked me if I wanted to give him a blow job that night. Why the fuck not? I agreed, and gave him my number. Throughout all of this, my heart was pounding, and even thinking about it now has got me all sweaty palmed and jittery. I was doing everything they tell you not to. But, hey, What else did I have to do?
After a quick phone conversation during which I ascertained that he had a wife (supposedly separated, yeah, right) but was bored. He was also rather older than me. But, I was horny. So, I threw caution to the wind, and gave him directions. I spent the next half hour franticly cleaning my room, warning my roommates what not to say, primping, even laying my hand-crocheted afghan over my bed.
When the time came, I walked outside and across to the place we had agreed to meet, a few blocks from my apartment. I was pleasantly surprised to find him rather attractive. A nicely build blonde blue-eyed marine. Suddenly, this didn't sound that bad at all.
We sat in his car talking for a while, before I asked him back to my place. He walked in quietly, nodding hello to my roommates, and closing the door firmly behind him once he entered my room. My little girl, glow in the dark, posters on the wall room. A room that he had outgrown a good 20 years before. I felt stupid all of a sudden, and nervous.
He took all of that out of my hands by unzipping his jeans, and sitting down on my bed. His cock was just a gorgeous as in the picture he had sent me, long, slightly curved, and thick. Perfect. I had no problem sucking, nibbling, and rubbing on that monster.
After about 10 minutes of this, I was rather horny, imagining how it would feel inside me. We hadn't discussed true sex, but what the hell? I slowly crawled up his body to kiss on his neck and ears, pausing to whisper invitations until he reached down to my unbutton my pants.
Before I could even stop to consider what my raging libido had gotten me into, he had slid smoothly inside of me, stopping all thought. Thankfully, my body knew exactly what to do in this situation, and started slowly riding him.
This wasn't up to his standards, I guess, because he rapidly turned us over, and started those long, slow strokes that drive every woman crazy. I was no exception to the rule, and came rather quickly, trying to be as quiet as possible.
To my chagrin, I heard a long moan come out of my roommates room. He heard it too, and looked at me, confused. I blushed, and admitted that my male roommate got off on hearing me have sex (Say it with me now, EWWWW). He laughed, and suggested that we give them a show. I tried to say no, but I wasn't given much of a choice. He slid down my body and buried his face in my pussy, licking and nipping like a starving man. Thank god for older men. He ate pussy like he had a degree in pussology, bringing me to three quick orgasms before sitting up to pound into me until he came.
We lay there for a few seconds, reveling in that aftersex drowsiness, before the awkwardness set in. I went to the bathroom to clean up (running into my female roommate on her way out), and spent about 5 minutes talking to him afterwards, before he left. We never knew last names, ages, anything.
I spent the next few months feeling guilty, and rather icky about the whole thing, until my roommate pointed out that hey, it was just a one-night stand. Suddenly, having a name for it made it all right, less dirty. For some reason, that cleared everything up in my head, and I've even gotten to the point of being able to talk about having had a one-night stand. Definitely not something I'd like to experience again.
He contacted me again, about a year afterwards, just to say hi, and see if I was single. I was rather relieved to be able to honestly tell him no. I don't think I want to start that all over again.