Date Kiss

I was excited and surprised when I was told thru the grapevine that a really hot guy, V, was interested in me and wanted to know if I was on facebook.

My cock kind of flipped a little the first time I met him, a week previously. He was really ripped with olive skin. He said that he worked out all the time, and that he didn't masturbate because the extra testosterone helped build his leg muscles, which he was focusing on developing. I told him that he was crazy and should get laid. I suppose that he thought I could be the answer.

He added me on facebook and we met together to 'hang out' for the evening, which eventually became a movie evening. We saw each other a few days later and went for drinks. After our second meeting, I realized that I had discovered nearly everything about his personality. I made him believe that I wanted to keep on seeing him in hopes that soon his muscular, olive arms would be wrapped around my slender body. I had never been with anyone so beautiful, though he was shallow as a salt flat in the sun. V is for Vain.

We went out to a club and he drunk-drove me home. He kissed me in the car but couldn't stay.

The last time I saw him we had gone to a jazz show and he again drove me home. He has control issues and doesn't like to be driven. I slipped off my seat-belt and leaned in to give him a kiss goodbye. He said he was sorry, he was drunk the night before. He didn't want to kiss me.

I gave him a tour guide smile, said goodbye, and walked to my apartment without looking back.

Greedy Top

This is sex the way I like it. Greedy top, selfless bottom.

A nearly 18 minute video where the restless top, a college frat, playfully tries out a bunch of positions with his boy toy. I dare you not to cum. My favorite part is at the end when the top finally climaxes, and the bottom goes back down on him again. He wreathes in ecstasy.

What did you think?

Catch up

I was busy with errands all day, and by the evening I was feeling pretty wiped out. I heated up some leftover stir fry and watched some TV home makeover show, naked. My apartment is chik and modern so I'm not taking any advice from these home shows. I crack a beer and switch to the news.

I should call my boyfriend, I think. I haven't talked to K all day long. He's out of town tonight, and we won't get to see much of each other for around a week. I call him out of obligation, not because I particularly care what he has to say but because I'm worried that he's going to figure out I don't need him all the time.

I enjoy the upper hand.

Dating K

I'm dating this guy, K. He's really funny and cute. He' s got a pudge and brown hair, and is 6'.

I don't love him, but I do like him quite a bit.

I like that his quick wit and intelligent humor makes me laugh hard. That's one of the things that I like most about him. I dated a few guys before K and had a hard time finding people who could make me laugh. I could make them laugh no problem, I'm quite funny and talented. But they would just sit across the dining table and wait for me to do something else clever. I began to feel like a clown. Those relationships never went anywhere, except a kiss, which I shall discuss in lavish detail LATER.

K makes me laugh. He's got a warm and genuine smile. He's got stage presence. He's very feminine, I don't think that he would enjoy dressing up in woman's clothing. He is content to prance around with flair.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm dating such a fag.