So Let Me Get This Straight…
“So let me get this straight. If we have a great first few dates you’d be willing to wear skirts and no / tiny underwear for me. You would be happy to be constantly sexually interfered with and you will suck my dick regularly, especially if we haven’t seen each other for a few days. In response, I will give you as much head or cock as you need?”
“And romance. Sometimes a gal just needs some romance.”
“Fair one. Deal.”
“Deal.”
“You could be a keeper.”
“If I was a keeper, wouldn’t someone have kept me?”
“I am working on that…”
The Director just keeps getting hotter and hotter. I don’t even care if there’s no romance. This is a just-sex thing. Yeah he’s got everything I think I’m looking for in a man (so far) but he’s hot. He looks hot, he talks hot and I’m hoping our chemistry in ‘real life’ will be just as electric as our chemistry over the phone.
You see, I love this little part where you start to get to know someone. When you seem to have everything in common and the conversation flows so easily, its as though you’ve known each other for years. We’re like friends already. He calls me goon and I call him old-balls. The banter is brilliant. I almost fell off my chair yesterday with laughter. Plus he’s fucking hot. I cannot express this to you enough. Seriously hot. He ticks every single one of my boxes. I’m not really sure how I feel about the whole anal-play / rimming thing but it’s something I reckon could probably be compromised on. I really don’t care. I just want to fuck him. So bad. It almost feels as if meeting him is just a formality. That’s sick right? Of course it’s sick. I’m seriously contemplating first date sex with this guy. I’m probably going to do it and I don’t care if you judge me. I need this. I need him. I need filth. Just utter filth. I like him a lot but this is very much a sexual thing. I don’t care if he doesn’t want a relationship with me. Or me with him. The sex is happening either way. Well, providing the first meeting goes well of course. But as I’ve said as this stage that’s just a formality. I’m pretty sure we’re going to click just fine.
I’m like a walking hormone right now. Smear and menstrual cycle behind me, I’m a walking horndog. I want to have sex with everyone, anyone. I’m finding men attractive that I never found attractive before. I don’t know if it’s because I’m single or because the past few weeks have been shit but I’m in the mood for some serious horizontal dancing. Is there really anything so wrong with that?
To be honest, I don’t even know if I actually like The Director or I just want to have sex with someone and he’s the closest thing I got. Well, he’s not. There are many guys I could probably call upon. I just want this one. And you know what I get like when I really want something… I REALLY want him. There’s just something about him. You know what I mean girls right? You come across someone so hot you don’t really care about much else, you just want to drop your trousers for him? Fuck he’s hot. I’ve missed this. Excitement. I never got this way about Someone New. He was wrong from the start. What the fuck was I thinking? We had good sex but there was never any connection. The Director and I have connected somehow. Virtually. I don’t even know if thats possible.
I guess we’ll wait and see what happens. Tonight is THE night. Date night. Hopefully. I’m wondering if I’ll bottle it like I normally would? Or whether I’m actually as excited to see him as I think I am. I guess I’ll find out.
I have missed this though. It’s been a while since I got all good and excited about a guy!
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