The Walk of Shame

I got a text message from Cub last night, saying we couldn’t see each other any more because he’s dating someone. That’s perfectly fine by me.

I’m sitting here typing this in the clothes I wore to work yesterday. This weekend, I started chatting with Health Nut and we seemed to hit it off really well. Sunday afternoon, he asked about setting up a “chat date”. I countered with a “come over and watch ‘The Amazing Race’ with me.”

So he came over (bringing flowers nonetheless!) and we watched TAR and talked. When the show was over, he brought up one of our chat conversations — where I’d said I’ve been told I’m a good kisser. He taunted me, saying “prove it.” Prove it, I did. He’s not bad either. LOL

Leaving a string of clothes from the living room to the bedroom, we were content with just kissing. It went on something like 45 minutes. Seriously.

The kissing turned to stroking and rubbing… and I pulled him to the edge of the bed so I could suck his dick. Oh what a beautiful dick he has. It’s long and thick and easily the biggest I’ve ever had. *sigh*

We were both laying in bed sated… and I asked if he wanted to stay over. (It was after midnight by this point — and he’d gotten there around 8pm) He said yes, so we straightened up the bedding and went to sleep… at least for a couple of hours. I woke up with my hand wrapped around his dick and my nipple in his mouth — and round two began. Round three got underway a few hours later when we both woke up for the day. I’m quickly becoming a fan of morning sex.

After he left to go to work, we continued to trade dirty text messages. We talked about getting together again Monday night, but later he said he needed to get some sleep. I was totally fine with that because I was still a little sore. He sent me another message a few hours later, asking me to come over when I got off work because he wanted to see me and he wasn’t tired anymore. I finally found his place (which really isn’t that far from mine) and we cuddled on the couch watching TV for about 30 minutes or so before turning in for the night. We weren’t quite up to the standards set Sunday night… there were only two rounds — but still many, many orgasms.

I’m now at home killing time before I have to head into work. One of the text messages I received from Audrina this morning said “Am I detecting strings? Two sleepovers…” As I told her, I’m not sure about strings — but I’m kinda sorta into him.

Of course now that probably means I’m never going to hear from him again.