Vent

Ergh. I’ve been having sex with this guy for about a month now. It’s damn-hell-ass-amazing sex! That emotional spark sex that paves the way for a potential relationship feelings (because, let’s face it, if you can’t have good sex you can’t have a relationship). We’ve… hang on

Coffee….

mmm

Um. Yes, when he’s been here he’s never really said a lot but he seems nice, career minded, ambitious, intelligent, focused, an ‘alpha gay’ if you care to use such a term (because, truth me told, I want to be a kept woman).

Anyways, I’m getting off track. He messaged me yesterday morning and asked if I was doing anything, he had no plans and would like to spend the afternoon with me if I was keen.

He comes over and we spend some time fucking and watching porn and smoking and fucking some more.

To cut a long story short. The guy is a douche… like the king of douches. The shite that was coming out of his mouth. So in love with himself it was embarrassing.

I own an overpriced car, should I trade it in for an Audi or a BMW, I earn so much money, my family are über wealthy, look how many letters I’ve got after my name, I’m not a snob but I really am, look how big my arms are cause I go to the gym 3 hours a day 6 days a week.

When he didn’t have my dick in his mouth or arse he was too busy admiring how brilliant he thought he was.

fuck.me.sidways. 6 hours until I basically told him to go home (and when my dick was too spongy and bruised to go on—hey I gotta get my own too you know).

Anyways that kinda put a dampener on the night. Dmitri messaged me not long after and I went to his place and stayed the night.

He’s another story though.

It’s my understanding that Easter is the Pagan celebration for fertility and new life. So go out and fuck yourself a rabbit! Ah… I mean, go out and fuck like a rabbit!

Ciao

LPH