Sometimes AM friends have such potential. You chat and become friendly. You meet and sparks fly. You have amazing, breathtaking, passionate sex. Then...he ruins it. Sometimes it is with spectacularly bad writing such as "secret silky smile" but sometimes, the man ruins it by assuming too much.
Do you remember Mr. Flowers? He is a man I met to help me get over my rejection from the Pilot. He met me with flowers in hand and could not stop complimenting me. It was quite overwhelming and the sex was pretty good. I thought to myself, he could be a long term friend. I thought wrong.
Mr. Flowers wrote a very impressive profile. He mentioned his desire to please a woman for hours and hours. He talked about his interest in the Kama Sutra and if nothing else, I figured he could teach me something new. When we met, he spoke about his desires to me and I was certainly on board. When we had sex it was good. It was really good. But it was pretty tame and not the show he promised. No worries, I am a stranger. Next time will be better.
Sigh. Next time. We met at the seediest motel I have ever seen. I should have run. He started off the same way. He stripped naked while I undressed myself then he asked me for a blow job. I obliged. I asked for reciprocity. He either ignored me or pretended he didn't hear me. Hmmm. We had sex. We clean up. We lay down. As we are laying there in silence, he starts to touch my breasts and pinch my nipples. I am getting aroused by this and he asks me to suck him again. Umm, you were just getting started with me but ok. I am a generous girl. I go down and play around with my tongue. Everything he asks of me I do. I figure the time is right to ask him again. Hello...I remember you mentioning something about giving me oral for four hours....just a fraction of that time will work for me...no??? Alright, then. Maybe later? Look buddy, if you don't like to give, you shouldn't make promises.
I was on the fence about seeing him again as I got dressed but I thought, maybe this was just an off day...then the weirdness began. First, he asked me to log into AM on my phone so he could see what his profile looks like. Sure. I do that and as he is looking over my shoulder (NOBODY TOUCHES MY PHONE) he tells me to click the boxes at the bottom to give him a positive review. WTF??? Really??? I skipped over one and he told me to go back and click it. Buddy, your window to my pussy is slowly closing.
Then he slams that window shut. "I need to ask you a favor." Sure. Just don't ask me for a loan. "I really want to have a threesome and I am hoping you know a woman, a friend, who would want to join us." Really??? On the second fuck date you ask me this? You couldn't pleasure me alone. There is no way I am having a threesome with Captain Uninspired.
Guys, we really want to fuck you or we wouldn't be on these sites. Stop making it impossible for us.
2 comments:
I think the braggart is the loudmouth equivalent of the quiet insecure guy (you know, the one who puts all his flaws out there before you meet. And not in that cute, self-deprecating way). At least the quiet insecure dude gives himself wiggle room. The braggart usually ends up disappointing.
In my experience, this is where older men rock. The subtle confidence and self-assurance are a major turn on.
As you so clearly demonstrate-actions speak louder than words.
S.T.- I agree! However, I am 36 and I almost exclusively prefer men between 46 and 50. In fact, Mr. Flowers was very well-educated, successful, and 48 years old. Such a disappointment!
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