my next sexual encounter shall involve food.
my next sexual encounter shall involve food.
i just can’t place my finger on it; do i clarify my vacation to san francisco as refreshing or depressing? considering i am coming across my past flings via online sex sites. granted, everyone knows i am the pink dick captain (as in, my preference is Caucasian men); though, time to time i wouldn’t mind a milky way bar (alcohol not needed).
an hour ago i received an email from a young-tender-brown-thang that i have had more than one run-in with. i don’t find him highly attractive, though he’s 6’4 with a thick cock and a freshly toned body.
what keeps me interested in him is his cars; no i am not a golddigger (ahem), but he’s had a new car every time we’ve met.
1st run-in: back in my prime when i worked in god-awful retail, i spent my breaks texting the man, who i thought would bang my back out for good. after work he picked me up in the most unappropriate piece of junk with wheels my eyes have every witnessed. he wanted to ‘do it’ in the woods of berkeley hills, though it never happened. initially i thought we either: weren’t attracted to one another, his car was preparing to run out of gas or he had a curfew. i made him take me home immediately.
2nd run-in: we met once again, though this time he drove a spanking new BMW. we didn’t acknowledge that we once met before, as i snuck him into my bedroom. one thing led to another, but i couldn’t concentrate on my erection - just his upgrade in car. i SAID i wasn’t a gold-digger. leave me alone. it was just a little bobbing here and there; not the sex i initially imagined - but, it did the trick, no?
3rd run-in: we found each other on a alternate sex site, when i slumbered at a family members house. though i commited to ‘ladies night,’ i was too horned up to keep up my part of the deal. i snuck out the back after-hours to meet him in a Chevrolet-pt cruiser-kind of thing. though i was drunk, he upset me once he came. he wanted to stop and not finish me off. my intoxication coerced my mind to want to straddle him in the front see, my butt pressing against the horn (lol), but the quick-cummer couldn’t even last his first round; when I hardly touched the head of his cock. i made him take me home immediately.
4th run-in: coming out of the grocery store with my mother, i saw him sitting in the parking lot in the Chevrolet-pt cruiser-kind of thing; i just never knew how fast i could rush into a car for duck and cover.
potential 5th run-in: we exchanged numbers again tonight; still not acknowledging that we know the taste of each other’s cock, but we’re planning a little rendezvous once he flies in from los angeles tomorrow afternoon. i’m standing all of my grounds tomorrow night: acknowledgment and the infamous demand to cum too (and have a banged out back, i kid.)
i will be sure to update you all with the type of car he’s driving.
**Update: This man turned out to be a patheological liar; to be a good liar, you must keep track with the lies you tell. Apparently, his plane has been cancelled for a week, just for a trip from LAX to SFO/OAK; that’s only an hour and an half trip. In tow, he saying he’s working in a music studio now, but got caught when he couldn’t link my name to the number I was texting from. I ended all communication by blocking him once I called the airport to check on cancelled flights. Oh, there were cancelled flight indeed, however they were all going overseas.
why am i this irresistable?
after being hounded by the man who confessed he was a bottom, but would turn into a top just to sleep with me, he stalked me for 4 hours, with an imaginary game of playing hard to get and timing conflictions. the self-proclaimed new yorker turned san franciscan accosted me, so he’s on my time, right? the next day i awake to AIM messages, urging me to roll out of bed to travel to him immediately. his frustration - and horned up cock - spoke words of venom when i told him i wasn’t even fully awake; it’s still my time, right? he’s angry right now, thus i am quite certain he’ll be emailing later in the evening. patience is learned my friend, b/c now I am right by his house, for another guy… oop!
[In typical adam4adam fashion, a member flakes on you then tells you that you may not be their type, only to follow up months later once you've changed your photos; and their horned up cock doesn't recognize the difference. however, i recognized his ab photos]
Asshole: so no unlocking, huh? ha
Me: I guess you don't remember snubbing me on here before, huh? ha
Asshole: oh. no, i can't. you must keep notes. smart.
Asshole: so you are smart. and you must have something in your eye. cuz you keep winking...
Me: are you trying to be sarcastic or make me laugh? you did the latter of the two.
Asshole: the latter
[half an hour later]
Me: i see. you're up looking for sex at 2:30am
Asshole: nah, i am bored as hell at 2:30 am. i can get sex. entertainment is harder to find.
Me: indeed, conversation is harder than entertainment
[an hour later]
Me: can i ask you a question? if sex is easy to get for you, and you value entertainment from good conversation - why spend so much time on adam4adam?
Asshole: for variety. i'd never meet these people in my daily life.
Me: ha, there goes my chance. j/k
Asshole: what were you hoping for?
Me: i was honestly kidding. there's no hope to an ab pic, like there's no hope to my cock pic