Mr. TakeMe and I have seen each other most nights since I last posted. He doesn’t like being alone, so we’ve had nights of just cuddling or mostly cuddling, mixed with nights of sex. I’m starting to get attached, and I’m pretty sure that is going to ruin everything. But I think he’s getting attached too. Maybe. Tonight he totally […]
Last Friday I met a guy at a bar and we went to my place.. which was not cleaned or picked up and looks a bit like a tornado hit it. And we had amazing sex. We met via some bar friends of mine, and he gave me little to no choice of spending time with him at the bar. […]
There were plans. I had a date date. I had a backup sex date. I had backup backup possibly sex date. All poofed into thin air. It was now 4 days since the last time I’d been touched, and depression was starting to set in. I probably haven’t mentioned this, but returning to a regular sex life has pretty much […]
It’s been 4 days since I’ve seen John. I miss him terribly. I don’t care if we have sex. I actually am still recovering from the marathon of Jose. But I want to be near John. I want to kiss John and cuddle. I want to be in his arms again. I message John asking to see him sometime soon. […]
I tried to be cool. I tried to be all.. casual.. as John informed me that he’s polyamorous. We talked and decided to deal with the monogamy issue if it became an issue later. I agreed. I mean.. we’d only just started “dating” right? In my mind it made sense, but that hole wasn’t sure about it. (see previous post […]
Since Robert, the well has been dry. No prospective dates. No potential sex. My body however is woke up from whatever platonic slumber and wants sex like it’s life support. So when a guy I went out with a couple times.. which never went anywhere but friendship.. messaged me on Valentine’s Day asking if I wanted to “make out tonight”… […]
“So, when are we going to fuck?”
I’d barely said hello to him as he hugged me and whispered this into my ear. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, and I instinctively backed away from him ending the hug. Unsure of what exactly he meant by it, I glanced at his face for some kind of context, if he was drunk, serious, or joking around…
Mr. Non-Tech told me in no uncertain terms that we were “just friends”. I didn’t handle it well, but at least I had the smarts to hide it a little. He has no idea the extent of how I feel.
While in many ways it’s great to finally have that sorted out, I still didn’t quite fully realize just how much I felt and how deep I was into it.