Busy Sunday

Well, yesterday ended up being a busy day.  Originally I was supposed to meet a guy who I had had good convos with, but he ghosted the day before.  Whatever.  I mean, it’s annoying, but I’m not going to worry about it. So I had been trying to find a time to meet another guy who was mildly interesting…but then when I found out he had spent time in the DRC became instantly interesting to me (I’ve spent a lot of time in Africa).  He was messaging me Friday night when he mentioned this, and I thought my Sunday was totally full and he couldn’t do my available times on Saturday…so I was at a loss. And then he sort of made everything seem worse b/c Saturday morning he got into the “well, you don’t actually seem interested in meeting” temper tantrum mode. Which I HATE. Esp when it’s in the midst of legitimately just having a lot going on. I kind of told him off (nicely, very nicely, expressed boundaries) and expected to be deleted. But to his credit, he came back with an apology.  Just said he was into meeting me. So I invited him to a concert the next day that I had an extra ticket to and he seemed excited…

But then yesterday he asked if I minded if he skipped the concert b/c he had to be up early Monday for a flight. Now, I get that. Totally, but it did annoy me that he didn’t say that the day before.  But, because of the Africa thing, I was still really interested in meeting him. It’s rare I find people I find genuinely potentially interesting…so I told him I could meet him for a couple hours in the afternoon.  Despite the fact he annoyed me.  I kind of figured, I would know right away when he showed up, thumbs up or thumbs down. He had impressed me with his ability to be criticized. But he also seemed pushy in a lot of ways.

So, I was sitting at our designated meeting spot (a park near me) and he walked up…and at first I kind of thought “oh shit” when I saw him across the street. But as he got closer, I realized he actually has a great smile and nice face. But he looked kind of ragged – I guess he has bad allergies and they had been esp brutal the past few days.  So we ducked into a bar. And he was super nice, I had a good vibe off him, but then he got a call that he had to take outside and I thought “ok, is that the fake call thing I’ve heard about?”…but he came back. And did end up asking what I thought about him and I was honest that I had a much better vibe in person than I had by messaging. He seemed equally interested, so we paid the tab and went back to my place. I was impressed he had me naked as quickly as he did. Less impressed that he came very quickly. And disappointed that he looked so freaking miserable (red eyes, face, runny nose, etc) that I sent him home (he’s allergic to cats, I have cats). But he seemed/said he was into trying again at his place.  And I am too.

But that left me with about an hour and a half before I had to leave to go to a concert…and I was horny. 😀 Trade Up Guy  had been messaging earlier (we’ve messaged off and on, never have managed to hook up again) and I told him what happened…He offered to come by.  So I said if he could come over right then, yeah, absolutely.  He told me he’d message when close, but to leave my door open and he’d walk in and find me on my bed on all fours…I’d never done that kind of thing before, but why not? So, that’s exactly what happened.  He came in, started licking me and playing with me.  We ended up getting in close to an hour of sex before I had to get ready and leave to go to a concert.  So…5 different guys since last Sunday, but only one was new. It doesn’t really feel like it was *that* crazy…and I definitely had A LOT of good orgasms.


My perfect Friday night

Superman came over, fucked me, I orgasmed more times than I could count (or just never stopped?), and then he left to go out with friends and I can chill and go to bed early and get up early.

Sad for some? Maybe. For me, perfect.  I like time to myself. I don’t like being up late Fridays. I like getting up early on a Saturday, working out, and having a full day.  And I like sex. I like sex to not interfere with my time to chill out. And this didn’t.  Doesn’t.

And, by the way, being dildo’d at the same time I’m being eaten out is heaven.  Total heaven.

And I’m still riding the bliss of pretty much an hour or so straight of orgasms…

You’re not entitled to my attention


Not exactly on point, but I just saw this and was thinking about the audacity of men who seem like they deserve my attention, simply because they message me or something. And it is almost always men older than me who are the worst offenders.  And some of the worst of the worst are men who are outside my stated age range who declare themselves to be feminists and sex positive. I haven’t really had the issue with obnoxious, angry messages that some women seem to get on dating sites. But the underlying expectation that I am desperate for what they have to give me is constant…and a turn off. And also, well, wrong.


And the MMF finally happened…

And it was fun. Easy. Far less of a thing than what was built up in my head, but just as hot.

I headed over to Cat’s place this afternoon and the other bi guy (I guess he needs a name…BG. Not creative, sorry) got there a few min later.  We all hung out, having a drink and chatting and it was super comfortable. I genuinely liked talking to them. We talked about sex, we talked about work. Politics. Etc.  Finally, when BG was in the bathroom, Cat came over and we started making out on his couch…then when Cat got back, he joined in.  Just everyone making out with everyone, hands everywhere…and finally we went to the bedroom and all got naked. I don’t know how to describe it because it was hard to keep track of what was happening.  Just mouths and fingers everywhere…BG fucked Cat.  Both fucked me (though didn’t do DVP or DP).  Everyone had oral with everyone…

And it was super hot, but the funniest thing (to me) was how normal it was.  I thought maybe it would seem kind of forced or awkward…nope.  It was just…lots of touching, lots of things to watch, and it was comfortable.  The only problem now is that it was so comfortable and nice, I’m going to want to do this again and again 🙂

But there are worse problems to have.

Oh, and one funny note – when I got to Cat’s place, I was waiting for him to come to the building door.  He lives on a busy, major street. Out of the corner of my eye, I see…the head business person in my firm. Who certainly knows me.  I kind of ducked my head and hoped he wouldn’t see me. I wasn’t 100% sure it was actually him until he walked past me and I could tell from behind that it was him.  I guess it’s totally legit that I’d be going to visit a friend, but I did not want to explain that one.

Another big city, small world coincidence…

So I’m texting Cat and he proposes an MMF for this weekend, if I’m available, with a guy he has had sex with and also had an MMF with.  Since this is my #1 fantasy, and since Cat seems like truly a good guy, I say I’ll make myself available.

Then he texts: “So turns out you two have met.”


Cat tells me the guy’s first name. I don’t recognize it. I mean, I recognize it from one guy I didn’t think was bi, search my phone for #s from someone of that name, search my kik…nothing else.

And I text back asking for a pic. And feel stupid b/c the name isn’t that typical. And the whole time I’m thinking “is this someone I rejected? had sex with? what????” And feeling, well, like a slut (ok, yeah, I’m talking about having an MMF, so it’s dumb to get hung up on that, but feelings are feelings).

Finally, what seems like ages later, Cat texts me a pic. And it’s this guy. Which really is the best scenario. He was a good guy. I liked him. It just sort of never happened again for whatever reasons these things don’t, but nothing against him.

Small fucking world.

So, he’s down, I’m down. We’re all down. We’ve all individually been naked with each other. Planets are aligning, maybe.

I actually agree with Rush Limbaugh on this…

“You know what the magic word, the only thing that matters in American sexual mores today is? You can do anything — the left will promote and understand and tolerate anything — as long as there is one element. Do you know what it is? Consent.

“If there is consent on both or all three or all four, however many are involved in the sex act, it’s perfectly fine. Whatever it is. But if the left ever senses and smells that there’s no consent in part of the equation, then here come the rape police. But consent is the magic key to the left.”

– Rush Limbaugh

2x in one week with the same guy…

I can’t remember the last time that has happened. Between my own aversion to expectations and the aversions of those I tend to hook up with to the same, it just hasn’t been on the table.  Last night I saw Cat, the Sunday guy, again.  He said I should come over, he’d make dinner, we’d fuck…I said yes.

Anyway, that’s what we did (well, we fucked before dinner).  And I’m not sure how I feel about things. I was over there roughly 4 hours. Most of the time we talked. It was very date-y.  It was nice. And I also don’t know if it’s what I want. But I enjoyed it. But I’m also “meh” about whether I want it to happen again. The sex was great. So great. Less intense and long than Sunday, but hey, it was a weeknight. But he’s *great* at sex. He’s kinky and dirty and respectful and I love it. He’s also genuinely a good guy. Smart, seems older than his age, respectful…

So I’m going to see what happens. He’s already told me that he’s been accused of being super super intense and then standoff-ish. Whether this works for me or not, who knows. Whether I care or not if it works for me…I don’t know. Though I wouldn’t mind some more sex with him.

Tonight I might be meeting a guy I’ve been talking to for something like 18 mos about hooking up…