I even get out my vibrator and, err, go about that business too. We joke a bit about having fallen into a routine (Monday night he’d remarked that he gets horny at the same time every night, around 11), and about him being late. especially since we’re set to meet Wednesday evening. It’s different when you plan it out and go into it with your eyes wide open.
to the Frisky “Sex Diary,” in which an anonymous person shares the details of her sex life over the course of a few days. So, fresh from a week of moaning to my BFFs and reciting “you deserve better than that cowardly piece of trash” to myself on an hourly basis, I hit up my favorite free online dating site. The fact that I’m so anxious to talk to him again is probably a bad sign. it requires getting up, taking off my shirt — I kept my bra on — taking photos, uploading them, cropping out my face and sending. Kissing leads to a back massage, which leads to the bedroom. He’s bigger than I’m used to, or maybe just more enthusiastic. The best part, though, is that it isn’t awkward afterward. I’m trying so hard not to hope for a phone call or text tomorrow, or any kind of more-than-sex overture.
Sometimes these entries are filled with revealing romps, while other times there is nary a naked moment in sight. I’m not looking for anything serious, or even anything casual. I know this is purely a sex thing, and my mind’s OK with that … It would probably be smart to sever ties with this guy, never meet in person, but … I’ve only received oral once before, and I could tell the guy wasn’t very into it so it wasn’t really enjoyable for me. But he isn’t offended or upset when I tell him I can’t orgasm without a vibrator—he simply asks if he could use it on me. The best part about that is that he seems to truly get off watching me get off … I can’t even remember all the compliments he tosses my way all night. We talk for a few minutes, he gets up to bring me a glass of water and turns my kitchen light off, then he falls asleep (and snores—only downside) for about two hours before he has to get up and leave for work.
He just stopped calling and refused to answer my calls, texts, or messages. I rush home from work and log onto IM practically the second I walk through the door, eager to see if he’s pulled the disappearing act yet. He brushes it off, and then starts asking for pictures again. And it isn’t really a spur-of-the-moment thing, either … We sit on my couch for about an hour and a half just talking before anything happens. I’ve never been kissed like that before: long and slow, like the intent isn’t so much to “kiss” as it is to just be touching me. My eyes, my hair, my skin—he’s obsessed with how soft my hands are—all receive praise numerous times. I really want to give him head, but I also want him inside me, and I decide I’d waited long enough. I really want him to pound into me, too, so I’m disappointed when it’s uncomfortable.
Diarist: A 22-year-old college grad, still working in retail because “I picked a Liberal Arts major.” Sunday Night: I got dumped recently. If I saw him at a bar, I would never think I had a shot with someone that tall, blond, and well-built, but online he approaches me. Then he asks if I wanted to have a “discussion” about sex. Of course, this also means I spend most of the day kind of turned on. I give him my usual line about how he could be a serial killer and I need to meet him in a public place first. the kind of guy who, had I seen him at a bar, I would have been too intimidated to flirt with beyond a long glance and maybe a smile. He seems intelligent, funny, and with a streak of dorkiness that puts me at ease fairly quickly.
powerful, knowing that looking at me and talking to me is getting him off.
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He asks for pictures, which I refuse because, hey, you never know where that stuff’s going to end up, right? I’ve had suggestive conversations about likes and dislikes, and I’ve done (more than) my share of flirting, but I’ve never really gone “all the way.” At first I’m kind of awkward, blushing while I type and thinking, “Oh my God, I can’t believe I just said that” every time I hit “send.” After about 10 minutes, though, I kind of get into it. I say dirtier stuff to this Internet Hottie than I’ve ever said to any guy in person. Monday Night: Internet Hottie proves to be a fantastic distraction from my recent breakup. He’s been at a friend’s house since he got off work, goofing off, so he shows up in sweat pants and a T-shirt. A tight T-shirt gets me every time if the guy’s remotely built. Tall, but not too tall, blond hair, blue eyes, glasses …