So last weekend I went to visit my
friend (I use this word lightly) Michael. I've known this guy for the
better part of 2 and a half years and his story is just so ridiculous I have to
share it with you. I must be crazy to even keep his number in my phone
but once in a while, I use it. I think it might just be for entertainment
purposes.
I met him on an online dating site
probably a couple of years ago. He is a bit taller than myself, thin,
white, clean cut and probably 15 years younger. I think he was 32 when I
was 45. So 13 years younger. We dated maybe 5 times. Actually
DATED - like went to a place and hung out, had drinks, laughed, talked and
generally attempted to get to know each other. He never came to my house
and I never went to his. We always met out somewhere.
At the time, I was dating a lot of
different guys because I was ON that stupid site. Unfortunately the
only reason I was on the site was because I had fallen for a young stud, we
will call him A, that is just the biggest JERK MOFO I have ever
met. Totally nuts that I fell for this guy but he is another
story altogether - a GOOD one so stay tuned. Anyway, Michael was a
distraction as well as all the other men I was meeting and/or dating to keep my
mind off A. Who just never paid enough attention to me.
Most guys would only last a couple
of dates because if they don't get sex on the first or second date then it's no
longer worth their time to pursue it. Dating sites are time consuming if
you want a little more than just a roll in the hay. Michael though was a
bit more persistent. He was OK, I liked him enough and he called and/or
texted and at least acted like he was interested in me. He had a decent
job, drove a decent car and talked ALOT about himself. Very Type A
personality.
Anyway, after date 5 it was
time. Either put out or quit. So I agreed to go to his
house. On the way there I got a call on my cell from none other than
"A". He asked what I was doing and I lied. Told him I was
out with a girlfriend or some stupid thing like that. I guess it gave me a
guilty conscience because when I got to Mike's place I was no longer all THAT
interested. There were other issues, let me explain.
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I'm thinking in my head -geez, what
a slut!!!!! But here I am!!! Sometimes, when I'm with someone I
don't really want to have sex with and don't want to NOT give him
anything, I will just give him a BJ till he cums and then it's over
- I don't have to let him put it in and he's still happy, Right? BJ's
don't count!! Well I lay him back and whip out his very average to small
cock and start sucking it. He is all happy but unfortunately, there is
kind of a musty odor down there that really doesn't do much for me.
I try for a few minutes to
just get him to cum but I can't really get into it because of the odor.
It wasn't horrible, just kind of musty, like an old coat that's been hanging in
the closet for months. I'm thinking this in my head when he pulls
it out of my mouth and turns me over on the bed. As he does this I kind
of slither off the side of the bed so I'm hanging half on, half off the bed
with my butt almost touching the floor. He gets down on his knees and
tries sucking my tits but geez, I was SOOOO not into him and he looked like a
little freaking bug moving around on the floor trying to turn me on and having
NO SUCCESS WHATSOEVER!!!!!
Finally I'm like, STOP.
OMG. Just stop. I move out of his reach and away from
him He is kind of flustered by now and really has no idea what is going
through my head. I tell him, "lets just take a break, I want to eat
some sherbet" (I brought sherbet and raspberries for dessert)
I get a bowl of sherbet and rasberries and im sitting on his bed eating it with
a spoon. He is standing if front of me in his boxers and I am checking
out his body. Having no real mind to mouth filter I say "Man, you
really ARE skinny aren't you?
Geez, he was so pissed he tells me
I'm a total bitch and that that was a really fucked up thing to say. Then
he says he thinks I should leave. He is really throwing me
out. HAHAHAHA So I say, OK. I get my stuff and head
out. No biggie - I wasn't really all that into him (well, not into him AT
ALL!!!) I think that was the first time I ever got thrown out.
LOL. I guess it was time. I didn't feel bad about it at all.
I wander aimlessly around his stupid complex until he finally comes out on the
balcony and asks what the hell I'm doing. I guess he kept hearing the
click click of my heels on the sidewalk. I tell him I'm lost and he says
"Jesus, fuck!!! Just wait, I'll come down."
He comes down and walks me to the
car - just not happy AT ALL but being semi nice because he thinks maybe he may
still have a chance? I don't know. Whatever. We tried to talk
and he just couldn't get over the fact that I could suck his scrawny, musty
little cock and NOT still fuck him. I told him that my big burly Mexican
boyfriend called me right before I got there and that was the reason. It
made sense at the time. It was even in a sense a little true because I
was really pining over that guy at the time (still do sometimes).
So that is the beginning of Michael
I think you should leave. He is even in my phone under that name.
It's been more than 2 years and there are a few more good stories that ill save
for another entry. Just giving you the background.
Was that crazy or just me being
stupid and seeking attention from an unwanted source because I wasn't getting
it from the wanted source. Give me some feedback here.

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