I saw a friend over the weekend who asked me if I was going to blog again and I said I was sort of tired of it, but it probably made sense to do an update.
So…my update is…nothing much has changed…and I’m still happy with no boyfriends, casual sex on my terms, and exploring my sexual boundaries.
Yummy Guy hasn’t been around for months. And that’s fine. I would see him again if he reached out, but I don’t even feel like making the effort to text him right now. Not because he did anything wrong or sex wasn’t good. But I’m just not feeling like he’s a priority for me right now.
And I still don’t want a boyfriend/husband/significant other. I don’t want to put the time into it. I don’t want to add another priority to my life.
Just to update on recent men…on July 4 (which is SOOOO not my holiday…crowds of people in American flag clothes isn’t my thing), a hot 25 yr old who I had met a couple weeks before texted me about meeting up. Now this guy is really really really hot. Tall, athletic build with broad shoulders, dark hair, blue eyes, nice smile, AND a nice thick cock. The first time I met him, I ended up giving him a prostate orgasm. His first. So of course all he could do was think about me.
Well, I had my period on the 4th, so I warned him. And he didn’t care. In fact, he even went down on me and begged me to ride his face. Eventually, I had him tied up, blindfolded, and was just using him as my own personal toy, which he absolutely loved. He had never been dominated before and apparently he loves it. He wants me to peg him next time I see him. I will. He’s earned it.
Then on the 5th I met this guy for a day drink who I had been talking to for a month in advance of his move to Chicago. He’s 30. Didn’t look to be my usual type in pics (lighter hair than I usually like and a bit stockier), but I did enjoy his dick pics A LOT and I liked him. He’s intelligent and seemed to want to have an actual connection behind a casual sex thing. When he showed up, I was pleasantly surprised. Still not my usual type, but fitter than I expected (he’s like 5’10 and built like a rugby player instead of my usual preference for beach volleyball types). He also has a very nice face. He was very flirtatious and we went back to my place after a couple drinks.
BUT…he couldn’t get hard. I tried any tricks I had. His dick was dead. Floppy. And I still had my period and while he seemed ok with period sex, I really don’t expect a guy to want to fully play with me during my period. So when he couldn’t get hard, I expected the usual “I guess I’m just not feeling it” dash out of my place. But instead, we spent a couple hours making out, he got me off a few times and he also even went down on me (it’s been years since a guy went down on me during my period and then 2 in one week???). Eventually I had to kick him out because I had dinner plans with friends to get to. And my pussy was sore from the day before and all he was doing to play with it.
So we exchanged a few texts the next day and then…nothing. I assumed he had freaked himself out because he couldn’t get hard and was disappearing.
Luckily he didn’t. We ended up getting together Friday after work (I had to move another guy who reappeared a year after our one and only date, but it was worth it). He warned me that he might be too tired to really fulfill me bc he had been out all night partying (oh to be 30 and think that’s fun…).
But within 10 min of me arriving at his place, he had a lovely hard cock and we basically spent 2-3 hours naked and playing with each other, fucking, cuddling, etc. He was rougher than I usually like, and my body was INTO it. Every time and in every way, his touch got me wet. We had at least 4 rounds of sex. Hard to keep track. He invited me to stay over, but that’s not really my thing with someone I barely know.
And he texted this morning to see if I enjoyed myself. Which I definitely did.
So…this is still me. This is still what I do with my “social life”. And while I don’t begrudge anyone who wants a relationship and finds one, I do want to keep spreading the word that it’s not necessary to have someone romantically love you to feel appreciated, loved even, and be happy.