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!