~Written May 25~
It's kind of a long story so I'll make it short. There was an incident last year when someone "broke my slut" I was disrespected and I decided I was not going to have casual sex anymore. "this," I figured, referring to my body, "is worth more than that." ~insert hooker joke here~ So I went through three gay pride celebrations, a road trip and the whole summer with out having much sex at all. And although there were no regrets, I did feel like I was missing out. Point of my little story; I think my slut has been fixed.
As I mentioned the other day, I feel like I've been walking around with a permanent erection. So turned-on all the time. We just had a long weekend kicking off the summer and, perhaps it was the Mexican training, but fuck I partied hard. To the point where I barely worked at all cause I was either drunk or recovering all weekend. Saturday night some of my straight friends and I went bar hopping and by the end of the night found myself this hot little 20 year old to take home. In my defence, I didn't plan on hooking up with him. I just wanted to share a cab downtown, but we all ended up going for food, and then he started nibbling on me... And well one thing leads to another. My friend was sure to check his ID before I was allowed to take him home. Make sure he was of consenting age. The next morning I told him I thought he looked a little like Freddy Prince Jr. He didn't know who that was. Ha ha ha. So young! Although the sex wasn't outstanding, it was still soo much better than work sex. It left me satisfied for sure. It's so weird how different it is, and how different I am. I wonder if I was more myself if I would make more money. I kind of don't care, like the little patch of hair I refuse to shave, there are some things I have to keep for myself.
That's not even the best part of my story! The NEXT night our little local gay bar was hosting an event. I was tired and a little partied out... And in all honesty, this is an annual event and the last two years I did quite well with the ladies, now I just don't feel like I have the same game as I used to. I didn't want to ruin my streak. I was feeling poopy until I had the first drink in my hand, then game on. And I'd given up on my ambition of hooking up. Just have fun. And I did! A lot of fun, and I got a few numbers too. Alex and I left when the lights came back on and the staff shuffled us all out onto the street where we take our last drag for the night and try to hail a cab. We are literally driving away when Alex sees this guy he's been eying up and makes the driver stop so I can call out his name. Andrew mosies on over (yes, he mosied) in his white chaps and cute little bootie shorts and leans on the side of the cab. Now what exactly was said, I don't remember, but Detective Alex establishes that this fine young man is in fact straight. "Straight!" I say, "Well I should get your number!" As we were driving away Alex was going on about how hot he was, and I was busy drunk texting. "Dear Andrew. I think you're fucking hot. Sincerely, Realme. P.S. ..." and then I included my address. Listen! Before you judge, he was wearing white chaps and little bootie shorts. No shirt, just that. What was I supposed to do??? But for the record, that was the single ballsiest thing I've ever done. Ok, this story is going on to long. I'm going to try to cut it short. He came over around 3:30 am and we chatted for ever, and turns out he's quite kinky! Hmmm and he's now running in the same circles I used to. Made me feel old. Afterwards, after everything, I had the urge to be honest with him. I find there to be more intimacy in kink, and it's hard to hold back. So I told him, "I'm an escort," "Ok,” he says. I look at him, expecting something more. "What?” he shrugs, “So am I,” He says, all casual like. What?!?! I was FLABBERGASTED! Ha ha.
It's kind of a long story so I'll make it short. There was an incident last year when someone "broke my slut" I was disrespected and I decided I was not going to have casual sex anymore. "this," I figured, referring to my body, "is worth more than that." ~insert hooker joke here~ So I went through three gay pride celebrations, a road trip and the whole summer with out having much sex at all. And although there were no regrets, I did feel like I was missing out. Point of my little story; I think my slut has been fixed.
As I mentioned the other day, I feel like I've been walking around with a permanent erection. So turned-on all the time. We just had a long weekend kicking off the summer and, perhaps it was the Mexican training, but fuck I partied hard. To the point where I barely worked at all cause I was either drunk or recovering all weekend. Saturday night some of my straight friends and I went bar hopping and by the end of the night found myself this hot little 20 year old to take home. In my defence, I didn't plan on hooking up with him. I just wanted to share a cab downtown, but we all ended up going for food, and then he started nibbling on me... And well one thing leads to another. My friend was sure to check his ID before I was allowed to take him home. Make sure he was of consenting age. The next morning I told him I thought he looked a little like Freddy Prince Jr. He didn't know who that was. Ha ha ha. So young! Although the sex wasn't outstanding, it was still soo much better than work sex. It left me satisfied for sure. It's so weird how different it is, and how different I am. I wonder if I was more myself if I would make more money. I kind of don't care, like the little patch of hair I refuse to shave, there are some things I have to keep for myself.
That's not even the best part of my story! The NEXT night our little local gay bar was hosting an event. I was tired and a little partied out... And in all honesty, this is an annual event and the last two years I did quite well with the ladies, now I just don't feel like I have the same game as I used to. I didn't want to ruin my streak. I was feeling poopy until I had the first drink in my hand, then game on. And I'd given up on my ambition of hooking up. Just have fun. And I did! A lot of fun, and I got a few numbers too. Alex and I left when the lights came back on and the staff shuffled us all out onto the street where we take our last drag for the night and try to hail a cab. We are literally driving away when Alex sees this guy he's been eying up and makes the driver stop so I can call out his name. Andrew mosies on over (yes, he mosied) in his white chaps and cute little bootie shorts and leans on the side of the cab. Now what exactly was said, I don't remember, but Detective Alex establishes that this fine young man is in fact straight. "Straight!" I say, "Well I should get your number!" As we were driving away Alex was going on about how hot he was, and I was busy drunk texting. "Dear Andrew. I think you're fucking hot. Sincerely, Realme. P.S. ..." and then I included my address. Listen! Before you judge, he was wearing white chaps and little bootie shorts. No shirt, just that. What was I supposed to do??? But for the record, that was the single ballsiest thing I've ever done. Ok, this story is going on to long. I'm going to try to cut it short. He came over around 3:30 am and we chatted for ever, and turns out he's quite kinky! Hmmm and he's now running in the same circles I used to. Made me feel old. Afterwards, after everything, I had the urge to be honest with him. I find there to be more intimacy in kink, and it's hard to hold back. So I told him, "I'm an escort," "Ok,” he says. I look at him, expecting something more. "What?” he shrugs, “So am I,” He says, all casual like. What?!?! I was FLABBERGASTED! Ha ha.
So it’s been just over a week since that happened, and we’ve hung out a bit, with plans for more hang out. I told him, and I meant it, that I have no idea what I’m going to do with him. He’s young. I don’t know if I want to date him, he’s really secretive, which, more power to him, I wish I was. But I’m not, and I have a hard time with evasive answers. Point being; I’m needy. And I think all people are needy, they just learn how to manage it (or they don’t) and that’s where the infamous ‘game playing’ comes in. I’m trying to be stand-offish, and play it cool, but I think I’m just coming off as a bitch. I don’t know how to date. Not that we are, I just don’t know how to do this, whatever it is. It’s probably not going to last long. I do enjoy fucking him though, and I wouldn’t mind getting to know him.
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