I’ve let trickle out the fact that I’m moving. That little tidbit has apparently caused and/or allowed guys to contact me out of the blue looking for action.  Also, some regular and semi-regular fucks have let me know that they want to have a last hurrah with me before I go.

This is all very flattering, to be sure, but I’m not in the mood to deal with a bunch of guys, many of whom there is a reason I’ve never met nor not seen in a while.  One guy I’ve put in my phone as Charles Asshole.  He texted me recently asking what I was doing that night.  My response was “not spending it with you.”

I’m not always so mean, but that guy, Charles Asshole, knew how I felt; it was offensive that he even contacted me.  We had had a relationship of sorts.  Well, we’d had relations.  We met via a Craig’s List ad wherein he was supposed to come over to fool around with me and a guy.  He ended up ignoring the guy, flirting with a lady guest, and getting a blow job from me.

I suppose our relations began with him “mistreating” me; the night we met I rather liked that in front of my friends he flirted with the lady guest, and when no one was around we sneaked into my downstairs bathroom, where I sucked his cock.  Thereafter, he’d come over, we’d fuck, and he’d leave.

Which was fine until it wasn’t.  At first I liked that he was cute and that he’d reach up and choke me when we fucked.  Then that wasn’t enough.  It’s not like we had a deep relationship, but at some point even the superficial goings on weren’t worth it.  I finally told him via text message that having never come with him wasn’t worth it.

I had a “new” guy contact me.  He had written a guest post for this very blog.  It was sexy, for sure, but that alone wouldn’t make me fuck him.  It was nice of him to contact me, and to throw me an offer, but I’m not “there” right now.

I’m not “there” mostly because of the Viking.  It continues to amaze me that he will do anything to make me happy.  Well, not anything; it’s not like I’ve asked him to kill for me ….

I’ve had guys I’ve fucked before tell me they want to do so again before I move to Chicago.  Very flattering, but I don’t have time.  Rather, I’ve not made the time in every case.  Jules Verne and I have had three “last” fucks.  We seem to really dig each other.  The last time we got together he told me he thought I was crazy, but that I was the “cool” kind of crazy; he liked hanging out with me.  He’s moved to Manhattan; I’m moving to Chicago.  Perhaps we’ll see each other again.

I’ve had a guy I fucked only twice tell me he wants to do me again before I go.  He’s the one who has issues between his wife (to whom he is not “out”) and Grindr that don’t allow us to fuck more often.  He’s also fucking my friend (who referred me to him), and she says she rarely gets to see him either.

A guy I fucked only once and whom I’ve barely contacted since asked, “Can I. come. over and service you?”  I didn’t bother to respond.

Another guy I’ve dubbed the Altar Boy keeps wanting to get together.  He was my first admitted frat boy (Jules Verne was the most recent), but he still had a bit of charm.  He also fisted me sans lube when I was bent over the back of my couch, the image of which is still in my spank bank.  But I just don’t have time.

Also during this time I’ve had a guy who I thought was a regular tell me that he’s “taking a break.”  I get it.  He’s married with teens, but he certainly seemed to be into not only me, but also being in an open marriage.  His wife was very into being “open” so I’m not sure if it was his decision or theirs.  What I do know is that after telling me he was taking a break he didn’t bother responding to me otherwise.

A guy I used to fuck semi-regularly asked if I wanted to go to the Hot Tubs with him.

They’re all over the fucking place.

At this point I just want to fuck and/or hang out with the guys I really, really, really like.  And then I want to move to Chicago, where it will take me some time to make friends and even longer to make friends with benefits.

While I’m not monogamous, I am a homebody who finds it comfortable and nice at home if my home is a happy one.  I still like the thrill of sucking a cock in a random bathroom, but I don’t have to have that.

At least for now.

I swear.  True story.

Tags: Chicago, fisting, idiot, manners, slut

Categories: True Story.

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