I am tired
When I think back on last week and the previous week before that I feel like a sigh coming through my chest.
One night two weeks back, I made-out with three girls, had sex with one of them in the span of 4 hours. It was great. But tiring. I feel like I needed to settle down.
What made it worse was the following week. I was trying to recuperate from all the action but another steady date wanted me over her place before she would leave for a two-month trip. My schedule was sex on Tuesday, rest on Wednesday, and more sex on Thursday.
Tuesday went by. It was rather a short order in time but was made up for in the crazy. We had all our clothes on and I pumping in her at the back of a door. A quikie but goodie.
Wednesday, somebody drugged my drink or so I think. I was on the way home. One of my sexual fantasies was hanging out in this local watering hole. I took a chance to get to know her. She was just a day single. I wasn’t all that into her that night. I was still feeling like a walking dick from all the drama flying around in my life. Her toyboys around were trying to hook up with her last night. I felt like she was an utterly hollow person. All-sex appeal, no personality. I bet she did but she was trying to reel me in with her sex appeal. I really wasn’t and don’t normally go for that in a woman.
Biologically, I bet my body seeks for that in a woman when I meet someone new, but the whole intellectual and depth of character of a person really blows me over and seals the deal with a woman and makes me want to fuck them more.
She was bragging to me that she loves sex and she’s sexually active, blah-blah …I’m great in bed blah blah. It turned me on. I swear, I wanted to fuck her. I just hated the thought that she knew too much about me. She’s a close friend with someone I was seeing. We ended up talking about my feelings for this other girl And I needed to have that out. My mouth really did me over.
In the end, I managed to squeek home. She was telling me that she was hooking up with this other guy that night. She got my number for future reference. I felt numb. Do me the favor of being discreet about sex! But even if it was such a turn-off I ended up masterbating about her half-drunk at home. She’s piping hot and oh so bad.
I spent the whole Thursday with dilated pupils. Apparently, somebody might have slipped me something. One of the guys wanted me out of the bar that night. Fuck you, mister. I really just wanted a good conversation.
I took it out in my sex-date. It was great because it was un-hurried sex. You could really feel all the little emotions involved in the subtle motions of dick penetrating pussy. I wanted to fall asleep beside her but I didn’t feel the emotional connection I wanted.
I didn’t get what I needed but got what I wanted. It feels good sexually. It’s just messing me up emotionally. I don’t know if I need a break from this or need to get laid more to clear up my mind.
Somebody, fuck me gently. I want to spoon after too.
