Eleven, and she was gone
With so much going on recently, I've completed neglected to relay boy stories lately. They've been piling up like copies of Express on my bedroom floor. Now is probably a good time to do something with them before they become a fire hazard.
Despite the short notice, I didn't have much trouble finding a suitable replacement for The S on New Year's Eve. After a few phone calls and several drinks, The Vegan decided to ring in the New Year with me. The entire situation is curious to me because it's so on again, off again. We'll see each other one weekend, make plans for another, then cancel and not talk for weeks. There's no animosity or drama (which is a delightful change of pace), but there's also no fire to it. At least I could always count on The S for a good fuck fueled by weeks of petty fighting and emotional turmoil. But alas, with The Vegan there is neither cumming nor crying. I've never been so disinterested in someone I have so much in common with, so that's probably a factor in our non-steamy sexual escapades. My devastation over his small-ish penis also might have something to do with it. C'est la via, I suppose.
For a few weeks in December, and up until last week, I was also seeing The Peruvian. I was really hoping for a torrid Latin affair to take the edge off of winter, but again, my hopes were thwarted. The Peruvian was neither passtionate, nor exciting. And also not packing much south of the border for such a big guy. Boo. Apparently I was spoiled this summer by The S, Sweet Boy, and Boy Blue. Even though he wasn't so snazzy, I would have happily kept The Peruvian around if it weren't for our last date. We had a quiet dinner at this cute place near my house. After dinner, we walked home and fooled around. All pretty standard so far. Halfway through the sex, I put my hand down on the bed in between my knees (doggy style for you visual learners), and I swear to god I felt the condom laying on the bed. Naturally, I freaked and jerked away from him. He assured me the condom was on the whole time, accused me of blowing the situation out of proportion, and then proceeded to finish. Obviously I was displeased with this, and rightful so, I think. Within a few minutes of the money shot, I was hurrying him out the door. Should have taken my time. His watch was still laying on my nightstand when I got back to my room. I fucking hate leave-behinds.
For reasons unknown to me, I'm attracting a lot of attention lately. Last weekend, a relatively attractive guy hit on me at the bus stop for about 10 minutes. A few days later, a Greyhound bus driver thanked me for riding Greyhound "with [my] fine ass." And just the other night a normal looking fellow entertained me with "a spirtual dance" while I waited for my friend in Dupont. The dance was neither spirtual nor entertaining, so he did not get my number. It never ceases to amaze me the completely random shit boys say to try to get women to sleep with them.
Somewhere in the midst of all this action, Boy Blue resurfaced and then disappeared again. I have no doubts that he'll pop up later, it's just a matter of when. Mr. Black, a long-time lover, was also here for a mid-week adventure, but my stupid ass fell asleep about 15 minutes after he got here. Then there's resolutions.
The funny thing about resolutions is that no one really intends on keeping them, right? Well, my resolution lasted about as long as The S and I did as friends. Since I failed so miserably, I'm not saying what my resolution was. The S is already convinced that it was to not see him anymore. And it wasn't. Really. That being said, I did venture up to Harrisburg last weekend to see him. Let the judgement commence.
Despite the short notice, I didn't have much trouble finding a suitable replacement for The S on New Year's Eve. After a few phone calls and several drinks, The Vegan decided to ring in the New Year with me. The entire situation is curious to me because it's so on again, off again. We'll see each other one weekend, make plans for another, then cancel and not talk for weeks. There's no animosity or drama (which is a delightful change of pace), but there's also no fire to it. At least I could always count on The S for a good fuck fueled by weeks of petty fighting and emotional turmoil. But alas, with The Vegan there is neither cumming nor crying. I've never been so disinterested in someone I have so much in common with, so that's probably a factor in our non-steamy sexual escapades. My devastation over his small-ish penis also might have something to do with it. C'est la via, I suppose.
For a few weeks in December, and up until last week, I was also seeing The Peruvian. I was really hoping for a torrid Latin affair to take the edge off of winter, but again, my hopes were thwarted. The Peruvian was neither passtionate, nor exciting. And also not packing much south of the border for such a big guy. Boo. Apparently I was spoiled this summer by The S, Sweet Boy, and Boy Blue. Even though he wasn't so snazzy, I would have happily kept The Peruvian around if it weren't for our last date. We had a quiet dinner at this cute place near my house. After dinner, we walked home and fooled around. All pretty standard so far. Halfway through the sex, I put my hand down on the bed in between my knees (doggy style for you visual learners), and I swear to god I felt the condom laying on the bed. Naturally, I freaked and jerked away from him. He assured me the condom was on the whole time, accused me of blowing the situation out of proportion, and then proceeded to finish. Obviously I was displeased with this, and rightful so, I think. Within a few minutes of the money shot, I was hurrying him out the door. Should have taken my time. His watch was still laying on my nightstand when I got back to my room. I fucking hate leave-behinds.
For reasons unknown to me, I'm attracting a lot of attention lately. Last weekend, a relatively attractive guy hit on me at the bus stop for about 10 minutes. A few days later, a Greyhound bus driver thanked me for riding Greyhound "with [my] fine ass." And just the other night a normal looking fellow entertained me with "a spirtual dance" while I waited for my friend in Dupont. The dance was neither spirtual nor entertaining, so he did not get my number. It never ceases to amaze me the completely random shit boys say to try to get women to sleep with them.
Somewhere in the midst of all this action, Boy Blue resurfaced and then disappeared again. I have no doubts that he'll pop up later, it's just a matter of when. Mr. Black, a long-time lover, was also here for a mid-week adventure, but my stupid ass fell asleep about 15 minutes after he got here. Then there's resolutions.
The funny thing about resolutions is that no one really intends on keeping them, right? Well, my resolution lasted about as long as The S and I did as friends. Since I failed so miserably, I'm not saying what my resolution was. The S is already convinced that it was to not see him anymore. And it wasn't. Really. That being said, I did venture up to Harrisburg last weekend to see him. Let the judgement commence.
posted by The Husskateer at 9:52 PM
2 Comments:
Man, you have been busy and I am jealous! I'm on a 3 week dry spell with no end in sight. I went from juggling 5 guys to nothing; you could call them XS, S, M, L, and WOW!
XS moved away, I moved away from S & M (that's small and medium, not to be confused with S&M), L has decided to be more faithful to his live-in gf and WOW! now lives upstairs from me...with his wife.
...all this since New Year's.
These guys just fell into my life, I just don't have the energy right now to work on a replacement - but, it's getting uncomfortable.
Hahahahahaha..."XS, S, M, L and WOW" has to be my favorite description EVER! A gold star for you missy. I know what you mean about boys just sort of falling in and out of your life. Happens to me all the time. Sometimes there are no boys, sometimes there are too many. Fortunately I do have a few lovers who have stayed despite distance. I suppose you could say those are my Mr. WOW's.
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