Army Guy – Part 2

I loved him between my legs.
I loved him between my legs.

Army Guy – Part 1

On the date with Army Guy, I informed him of my blog and camming, which are completely divergent from my former career. He seemed really cool with it, supportive, perhaps wanted to participate. (Later on, he did participate in cam chat, making lots of viewers jealous. It was a huge turn-on!)

Anyway… back to the date. I was hot, horny, and ready to fuck. We eventually made our way back to my house, starting on the couch with a nightcap and a really heavy make-out session that didn’t take long to move onto the bed.

Army Guy went down on me, and I realized he’d had some practice since I’d seen him last. He was definitely better than before, although still needed some fine tuning, because he seemed a little too aggressive/excited. His fingers were a little rough, and I had to keep reminding him to slow down. Also, at times something about the angle of his tongue literally rubbed me the wrong way. (I’m sure that women reading this can somehow relate.) But I did manage to teach him how to make me cum. And oh my god… he had two fingers inside of me thumping while he was eating my pussy like he hadn’t eaten dinner earlier. I came hard, but I was ready to fuck, because his cock turned me on.

Army Guy had the perfect fucking cock. His dick was probably a good six inches AND thick. I really, really liked sucking him off. I got so horny doing it that I would almost cum, but we both wanted to fuck – and fuck HARD. My perfect position with him was straddling him while I rode him on top, my clit rubbing all over his shaft, then leaning down toward him and shoving my tits in his mouth and rubbing my clit on the area above his dick, his dick shoved all the way inside of me. Apparently, we both liked it a little rough in that department. (To be honest, just writing this is making me wet as hell!) I have some pretty good Kegel skills, so just by doing certain positions and tightening, we managed to both cum at the same time. He started sending me text messages saying how great the sex was and how he jerked off thinking about it, how horny he was and how he couldn’t wait to fuck me again. (Remember those words.)

I saw Army Guy two more times after that night. I honestly believe he didn’t just come to “see me”, because he wasn’t around for long: we had sex, and he’d leave. The first time, I just figured it was timing. I had already told him I didn’t want a “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” situation, and we both agreed we didn’t want an actual relationship. He expressed that he wanted to take me out on his bike and do actual dates. (I honestly don’t expect anyone in his 20s to want a relationship at all, much less with a woman probably closer to his mother’s age.) However, I do expect to be respected and not lied to. After all, I’m offering him my company and time, and allowing him in my home. (Plus, it wasn’t like he was the only guy trying to hang out with me, so I did have some other choices if I felt the need. I didn’t.)

Then things just got weird. Weird as in – for whatever reason (intuition), I felt the need to ask if he lived alone. (I don’t know why I never asked, but I did ask why he’d moved 45 minutes away from the last place he lived – and his answer was it was a better quality place. Okay, whatever, sounded plausible I guess.) He informed me that he did have a roommate. Again, I “felt” the need to ask if this was a girlfriend. His answer: “No, but she’s someone I used to sleep with.”

Okay, now things were starting to get into perspective. The more questions I asked at different times, the more I started noticing different answers or avoidance. Total bullshit. With the newfound information that Army Guy was still living with his ex, I started putting up my guard. I was tired of being the rebound girl and told him so. He stated that he and his ex had been over for a few months, but he was just trying to find another place to live. Okay, I’ve been through that myself, so I get it.

Then something happened with a text “miscommunication” that I’m unsure was an actual miscommunication at all. Apparently, he was angry at his live-in ex over something, and the answer he’d given me was “she takes things too personal.” Okay, no further details. Told him I was doing some blog writing, he says he’s excited about reading it until he asked me if it was about him. No, however, the beginning almost sounds like him (Tattooed Cub), but the physical description is different.

Unexpectedly, Army Guy gets pissy, and text messages go from zero to nearly psycho in two seconds saying, “Yeah I’m fat, he’s not? Terrific”. I’m like WTF… I never said anything to imply that. All I said was Tattooed Cub is heavily tatted, shorter in height, and bearded.

So he sends: “My night just did a fucking nose dive so I’m gonna go before I lose it,” and his messages didn’t get much better than that.

I had no idea what he was talking about. I said what do you mean? What happened? I thought something happened at his house. So how is this my fault?

His response: “Comes a time when it would be nice to see you write about the guy you are actually with and not all the ex hookups. Just food for thought.”

Really? Suddenly, I got the feeling that he was only in this for his own personal selfish gratification. Being in this career field, I can’t have anyone acting jealous (prior to this he claimed he doesn’t get jealous – another lie) and ruining my chi. It just can’t happen. Besides, I thought, I have been single 15 of my adult years, so he can back the fuck off and wait his turn for me blogging about him. I hope he’s reading this now.

To Be Continued…

Being the Rebound Girl

I told him to kiss my ass.
I told him to kiss my ass.

For whatever reason, I tend to attract guys that are newly single or somewhat undecided about their single status. It didn’t matter much when I first became single, but it’s been a good three years now, so obviously I’m in a different frame of mind. Now whenever I meet someone I make it a point to ask when their last relationship was… and then I move on, because 99% of the time, it’s within the past few months.

Last year I dated someone off and on for several months that I’d gone to high school with but had never known. I say off and on, because neither of us wanted a relationship, he had nothing to offer me as a man, and he consistently pissed me off. I started out doing work for him as a barter, but was never paid in full. He basically worked very little, drank a lot, had no driver’s license, and 4 kids that I later learned hated him. Yes, he was a loser, but I can also be an idiot.

The whole thing was more of a convenience, since he lived down the street (literally down the street – I can see his driveway from mine). I also did some manual labor work for him for which he ended up paying me well (he’s lazy, so I could do twice the amount of work as he), and I was also his driver (he paid me) since he couldn’t drive. So that part seemed like a win/win for us both.

We did have a lot of fun together, however, at first. We went boating a lot, which is one of my favorite things to do… and had a lot of great oral sex. He is probably one of the best at oral that I’ve ever been with. There were times that he’d make me cum four or five times in one session. Oral and kissing were the only things he was good at, because he either always had whiskey dick or came in 30 seconds… and I really needed penetration. While I enjoy oral and kissing, I need a good hard fucking often.

I eventually realized he was probably the biggest liar I’d ever met (so I will refer to him as “Big Liar” from now on). Even though we weren’t in a “relationship” it seemed we had a mutual understanding to not sleep around with other people while we were together. Honesty was not his policy whatsoever; he was sneaky, and the more I learned, the more I began to distance myself. One evening I was bitching to my bartender friend about him. Another woman was sitting next to me and started asking details…

Does he live here and do this for a living? Yes and yes. His name is Big Liar? Yes.

She looked at me and was really nice about it and said that she was also going through a divorce and had briefly started seeing him. I thought how and when, because I live down the street and would have noticed another vehicle. When she told me the dates, that’s when I figured out it was when I was out of town visiting my family. She showed me text messages he’d sent her in those recent weeks while he was still with me – he was trying to hook up, but she was no longer interested. I was fuming, but not at her. I thanked her for telling me everything, and we’ve been friends ever since. (Of course, that really bit him in the ass! 😀 )

I ended up leaving and driving straight to his house to tell him what a piece of shit liar he was. He acted like he didn’t care one single ounce about my feelings. I left angry and in tears, hurt and confused.

But the shitty part was – I was still doing work for him and needed the money badly, so I had to continue dealing with him.

To be continued…

 

Clinger – Skinny Leg Guy – Part 1

Lying there wishing he'd go away.
Lying there wishing he’d go away.

When it comes to dating, it seems to be one extreme or the other – either I never hear from them or they’re clingers that won’t go away.

The most recent clinger I met while playing a game one evening. I know I’d seen him around but had never had a conversation with him until that night. He was 35, had just moved from New York to take care of his sick mother (which meant he lived with her). That should have been Red Flag #1. Totally not my type at all (do I even have a type?), but for whatever reason, I felt like making out with him by the end of the night.

We went back to my place and talked for a while. It was then that I noticed he had one skinny leg. I can’t remember what had happened to him exactly, but he had almost lost his leg at some point. I pretended not to notice. We made out all night. No sex, which was fine with me, because he also had a skinny dick. He was a really great kisser and really good at eating out and spanking me. We played with my toys and had a pretty good time. He was the type that I know is a bad boy, but not too bad.

It’s always the next morning when things come into focus. I hated the way Skinny Leg Guy dressed, like he was ghetto or something with the saggy shorts and tilted hat. Much too old to be acting that way. And it turned out he was a chain smoker – so bad that he’d stop in the middle of making out to smoke a fucking cigarette. I don’t like anyone at my house to be going in and out, because I live next door to my landlords, and I try to keep my business under wraps. I told him he’s not wearing his shorts and hat all ghetto if he steps outside my house. My rules. Haha!

I realized I had to drop him off somewhere, because Skinny Leg Guy had no transportation with him. (Come to find out, he doesn’t have ANY transportation!) So he hung around my place until like 2 in the afternoon when I said I had to be somewhere. In the meantime, he was driving me nuts going in and out of the house to smoke. I had a bottle of vodka on top of the refrigerator and he decided to take a shot or two. Mind you, this is at like 10 o’clock in the morning. Red flag! While he was outside smoking yet again, I took the opportunity to use the bathroom (he’d left the toilet seat up). He wasn’t out long, then came in and walked right through the bathroom while I was sitting on the toilet! I was like WTF! No respect for my privacy is not going to cut it with me, and I couldn’t wait to get him out! But before we left, I had to remind him to throw away his nasty ass cigarette butts he’d left on my porch. UGH.

Finally, I had to leave to go to my appointment. He had me drop him off at his cousin’s house, because it was closer than his mom’s. The place I took him to was a complete dumpy ass trailer park that was one of those really shady places with probably has at least one meth lab per block. He swore he didn’t live there, that his cousin did, so he must have been embarrassed by what a shithole it was. I dipped out of there as fast as I could, praying no one I know saw me, because anyone that knows me knows I wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like that.

But it didn’t end there with Skinny Leg Guy. Part 2 tomorrow…

My First Cunnilingus Orgasm

I love a good pussy eater
I love a good pussy eater

It wasn’t until I was about 30 years old when someone satisfied me through oral sex. That seems like a really long time to wait, but I know of women that have never cum during oral. Most women I speak to about this topic agree that most men do not know what they’re doing. How sad!

I was parked on the side of a dirt road in of the back of an SUV with a really hot guy that knew what he was doing. We had known each other for a while but never acted on our sexual tension. He wasn’t interested much in fucking; he wanted to go down on me and please me. I had never in my life known that anyone going down on me could feel so fucking great! He was sucking on my clit, my labia, and fingering me at the same time. He wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t need him to be. I don’t remember how many times he made me cum, but I know I didn’t want him to stop. I think the only reason we stopped was because another car was heading our way.

We never hooked up again after that, probably because our work schedules were opposite. But I will never forget that he was my first going down orgasm.

I Love Giving Head

Yummy!
Yummy!

When I am hot and heated, I love giving head. I don’t know what it is (maybe being closer to pheromones down below?), but it really turns me on. Just like with having intercourse, the size of the dick is what is giving me the pleasure in my mouth. But a different type of pleasure – I think it takes care of my oral fixation.

Too big hurts my jaw, while too small is like sucking on a hot dog. So something in between like a nice six-incher with girth works for me. I love the types of heads with the fat mushroom on top – my favorite part to suck.

I used to find giving head a chore. Maybe I’ll write about that some other time.