If you do not plan on eating your fish for dinner, you would catch and release it. You can use this same idea for having sex. This type of sex is not for everyone. There are many people who are not comfortable with a one night stand or mid day rendezvous. I find it exciting to indulge in it every now and then. Different strokes for different folks.
I tend to go on Tinder when I’m bored to swipe through the men deck. I typically do not look at their details. It is for shits and giggles. Well, I matched with this 22-year-old. Lets call him Charlie Conway from the ‘Mighty Ducks.’ He was a good-looking guy. His beard made him look a little older. We exchanged a few messages. It was nothing serious. Charlie ending up messaging me the following day to find out what I was going to do for the day. I told him I was going to the beach with my friends. He mentioned that we should meet up. I dismissed the message and closed the application. I was looking forward to a day with my friends, soaking up some rays and throwing back some beers.
Jude and I walked up to the tiki bar on the beach to order some drinks. I noticed a guy sitting with a group on the other side of the bar. He looked familiar. Hmm. I opened Tinder on my phone to Charlie’s profile. I asked Jude if he thought the guy at the bar and on my phone was the same person. Jude thought if it wasn’t the same person then they must be related. I messaged him to confirm our thoughts. He wasn’t picking up that I was at the same place as him. I heard him say, “The chick from Tinder. She’s 32.”Come on now. I messaged him and said, “Stop shouting my age like a football score!” He looked shocked and told his buddies that I heard them. They all started looking around for me. I waved with a smile. I owned it. I walked over and talked to him.
I quickly learned that Charlie was in college, on the hockey team, and flying out later that evening to go home. This would be the perfect opportunity for a catch and release afternoon delight for me. Yes, it also would make me an official cougar since he was ten years younger than me. Ain’t no shame in my game. Him and his one teammate kept saying they needed a shower before heading to the airport. Jude knew what I was thinking without me saying anything. Jude signaled for me to go for it. It would make for a good story. I invited Charlie and his buddy back to my place for showers, beers and food. Charlie asked me to join him in the shower. I stripped down and jumped in there with him. We started in there and finished on my bed. It was pretty good minus the end. I told him to cum on my chest. He must not shoot the puck often on the ice because he shot wide right. I luckily sensed his poor aim and turned my head. Whew. I saved my hair. We got dressed then Charlie and his buddy left for their flight. My friends and I grilled out then watched a scary movie. It was a successful day.
What were the chances of running into Charlie that day. There are probably quite a few of you judging me. That is okay. You get to read about it because I lived in the moment. I did not think I would hear from him again since he lived in the northeast. I was wrong. Apparently, the younger men think they are entitled to receive pictures after they have sex with you. They also do not understand that most people do not have a catalogue of naked pictures saved on their phone to send out on a whim. It is quite comical. I did save the best part for last. You may think I came up with his character name due to him being younger and playing hockey. That contributed to it, but he had a tattoo of the ‘Mighty Ducks’ on his ass. Charlie definitely worked the flying V angle.
Anyone can have sex at anytime. It depends on how much you want it or how desperate you are for it. You could truly love sex. I have heard of people using Tinder as a bet to see who could get laid before 2:00am. I have always been a “in the moment decision” type of person. I went nine months of no sex by choice. I could have very easily of had sex with someone in that time. I was actually going to see if I could make it a full year at that point. I was interested in becoming a born again virgin. Ha. ::clean that slate::
I started the sex hiatus after douche bag Bill. I went through some medical scares. I was over men at that time. I wanted nothing from them. I was perfectly content with my double A batteries. I realized that I made it to nine months. I was surprised that I made it that far. Did I miss sex to the point of wanting a random pickle in my jar? No.Did I think about sex? Yes. Everyone enjoys sex. It is human nature. I even had my one guy friend, Jaxon, just cuddle and lay on me once during my hiatus, so I could feel the weight of a man on me. ::queue Sex and the City quote:: I have come a long way from my young twenties. The old, younger version of me acted on every Energizer Bunny impulse. The seasoned broad that I am now is more selective on the produce that enters the store in-between her legs.
I made it to nine months of no sex. I started entertaining the idea of going a whole year. It meant my Miss Lucy was tight and right. Sharon Osborne supposedly said she had vaginal tightening surgery done to her. You could go the easier route of indulging in no sex and ben wa ball exercises. The thought of making it to a year was ended by one of my gorgeous Ron Burgundy friends. Grayson and I met three years ago through one of our mutual friends. I had a boyfriend at the time when him and I first met. When Peter and I broke up, Grayson and I started text messaging and snap chatting one another. It was so easy to talk to him. It was even easier to sext with him. We were both pretty good at exciting one another. This went on for two years between us. The build up of sexual tension was beginning to be wound up tighter than Joan River’s face. It was fun to fantasize about the day we would finally get to feel each other’s naked bodies.
That day happened when I was on my hiatus. He was in town for a gig. We were exchanging messages throughout the night. I was definitely feeling pretty good. Alcohol gave me confidence and took away my nerves. Okay, okay, I was drunk. It probably was better for the situation though. Two years of sexual anticipation had a lot to live up to. It started to pour down rain. I showed up to his hotel room drunk, frisky, and wet. There was polite chit-chat before we started ripping each other’s clothes off. I am pretty sure my Miss Lucy was drooling at the sight of him and his big dick. Whew. The first thrust was the most titillating sensation I have felt in a long time. The thought of it right now gives me the chills. Lord, baby Jesus. I remember him saying a few times how tight my vahjayjay was when he slid in and out of me. Nine months of no sex and kegels truly paid off. We went a few rounds. It was salacious.
I still laugh thinking about how drunk I was that night. At one point, I remember I sucked his balls in my mouth like I was the powerball machine. :: yells 35, 23, 18:: All bets are off when I am drunk. Ain’t no shame in my game. He left me with some lovely markings to remember the evening. I had to wear fashionable scarves for a week to work. Do you think I was bummed that I did not make it to a year of no sex? Hell no. That was worth every bit of the two years we had in conversations and pictures. It was one hell of a way to end my nine month sex hiatus. He can pokemon my pikachu any day.
Fluffers are known as the guys who get male porn stars ready for the camera action. My definition is similar. Fluffers are people who get another person all amped up for play, but they never act on it. Fluffers are frustrating. What is the point in playing the fluffing game? Time is priceless. I do not care to waste my time talking about sexing someone if it is not going to happen. I would rather indulge in me time than fluff someone.
There are five guys that come to mind for me. One of the guys, we did heavy petting once at my place. It was so hot. However, he never ended up coming over again to cross the finishline. He told me that he regretted it after I moved away. A year and a half went by of texting and snap chatting with one another. I was back in town for one weekend. In typical fashion, he did not have any follow through for us. Why the fluff?
Three of the guys were here in Florida. It must be a common style in the sunshine state. Two out of the three of them nothing ever happened between us. There were many words used. Numerous attempts to try and meet up. Many promises of wanting to be naked. Do people get their rocks off by teasing and never doing anything? Teasing is all good and fun when you get that prize in the end. That would be like masterbating and then stopping right before you orgasm. ::blank stare::
After a month or so, I realized it was not worth my time. If I wanted to get myself excited, I would get my own orgasm. I do not need some guy trying to fluff me up and not get mine in the end. If I wanted to have fluff, I would eat it out of a jar.
I love the term “dial-a-dick.” Samantha used that term in ‘Sex and The City.’ It is also known as a “fuck buddy.” Most people have at least one person they can hit up for sex. Some people may have a few options in their black book. These types of relationships were with people you trusted and had really good sexual chemistry with at some point. It may not have been a serious relationship. It could have been a causal friend you liked to hang out with on occasion. My black book was not too shabby in my early twenties. It worked both ways. They would hit me up or I would hit them up. It could be early in the evening or late at night. It was nice having a reliable dick on call.
Cameron and I may have had more feelings involved, but it was nice knowing we were on the same page. It did not matter what time it was or where we were at the time. I would typically go to him since my parents house was not ideal for having male companions over. My house was a last resort for us. We were notorious for making use of my vehicles. We had sex in all three of my cars plus my parents Explorer. The Explorer was nice because we laid the back seat down, but it gave you brush burn. Ha. This deal went on a long time between us. It was always worth it.
Ken and I also had common ground on this subject. We may not have been in a relationship, but we had amazing sexual chemistry. We would either message each other on AIM or text each other. Our code for each other when we were feeling frisky was mentioning that we wanted a cigarette. I would drive up to the frat or his house to indulge in a camels cigarette then he’d indulge in me. We took advantage of each other anywhere and everywhere. The frat’s stairwell and hallway, the bathroom stalls/showers, his porch, our buddy’s porch and pull out couch, or the normal place his bed. We had a lot of fun in those few years.
I found one the last few months I was in Chicago finally. Daniel was always at the same local watering hole as me. He lived by me. He had a broad that was into him, but he said that they were not dating. I took him home one time after the bar. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised with what he had in his pants. He had decent sized girth. We went for two rounds that night. Daniel was ready to hit up one of our mutual friends to come pick him up in the morning. I got dressed and dropped him off at his house. I did not want anyone knowing we were sleeping together. It always would work out better when the least amount of people knew about your business. Because people love to stick their nose where it does not belong and stir the pot.
I hit Daniel up another time and he just automatically offered to come over before I even asked him to. We started going at it on my new couch. We were ripping each other’s clothes off while trying to keep our hands all over each other. I thought I was finally going to christen the new couch. He ended the couch fun by moving the sexapade to my bedroom. It was still amazing sex. I am just that person who loves to christen new things in my life. Ha.
Fuck Buddies are pretty much non-existent anymore. It is hard to find one especially when you move to different states. It does not help that it is harder to trust people now a days. You have to be concered with getting an STD or pregnant if your buddy is not honest with you. Some men are skeptic and think most broads get attached easily to the dick. It happens. Some broads do get dickmatized. The dick can be that good. The same goes for men though. The broad could be bat shit crazy and he does not care because he fell into her rabbit hole. He got lost in Wonderland.
I am “Tindered” out in little over a month. It is clear that online dating sites or applications are not for me. It was fun in the beginning. I was just scrolling through a stack of possible men. There were guys that were good looking, weird, assholes, creeps, and so on. You truly did not know what you were going to get with each swipe of your finger. Not as endearing as a box of chocolates.
The problem for me was meeting someone online creates a veil of possible spark. It seemed there could be interest there, but you were not completely sure since you hadn’t met them in person yet. You shared pictures and conversation. It seemed like there could be the ‘Zsa Zsa Zsu.’ It was actually ‘Zsa Zsa Ew.’ I only met three guys out for drinks the whole time I was on Tinder. The one I previously wrote about which was not a fit for me. The other one was very good looking and a nice guy, but there was no spark. The last guy, who asked not to be a part of this, turned out to be very cool. I wanted to be friends with him. It worked out well that way. None of them turned out to be real sparks though. Which is why I did not have sex with any of them.
The Tinder fairy tale book is closing for now. I didn’t want to delete the application just in case I needed a laugh again. The notifications are turned off though. I will stick with the ‘ol fashioned way of meeting men while I am out and about. It suits me much better. I give a lot of credit to people who are on these sites really looking for someone because I got tired of it after a month. Good luck to all you crazy guys and broads looking for tail or love. I hope you all find your unicorns and white ponies! God speed.
There are a few nice, normal guys on Tinder. However, the majority seem to be assholes, creeps, pigs and douche bags. Who are these women out there allowing these “men” to talk to them in such a degrading, disrespecting manner?! My girlfriends and I clearly know that it will not be tolerated with us. Yes, sometimes it is funny and sometimes it is rude. Who raised these boys? Why do they think first conversation means they can ask every detail of your sex life? Who said we wanted to have sex with them? Did they miss the lesson where we learned that you can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar?
These guys may be nice looking, but it does not mean we automatically want to sleep with them. Swiping right is not the leg opener at least not for most women. We like to take care of ourselves and our pikachus. No one likes chipped ham or blown out tires down there. I have not lost my “sex drive” since walking into the thirties club, but I am much more selective with who gets to water my flower bed. I would rather go another nine months of no sex than sleep with a dog. That is one reason I rescued a female puppy. I hate the red rocket on male dogs. There are enough creeps running around with their red rockets out that I did not want one in my house.
It truly amazes me that these “men” think talking to a broad like this will prosper them in any way. They might as well put peanut butter on
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their dick and have their dog lick it off. Because the majority of women are going to tell them to piss off. The best part is I normally have no problem talking about sex hence this blog, but I do not owe you any details or truth if you are some random creep. Eddie, the 26 year old creep, thought he could get all the details and names of who I slept with recently. No sir, you are not privileged to that information. Did he think coming at me with a tone was going to help sell his case of wanting to get his dick wet in my flower bed? He asked if my friend I last slept with fucked me good. I am pretty sure Eddie has more creepy crawlers in his crotch than worrying about my pristine Miss Lucy. He can fuck off with his Section 8 dick.
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I am really bad at remembering to message these guys back on Tinder. I slightly suck at it. I get called out for it too. Whoops. However, in my defense, some of these guys message me late at night during the week. I have to let them know I am asleep by or before 10 o’clock during the week. Late nights during the week are once in a blue moon now. I am not old either. I am seasoned. I also know if I do not get enough sleep it better be for a good reason because I will be tired and cranky as all hell the following two days. Ha.
This Devin guy uses emojis like it’s his job and he is getting paid for it. I question if he is another gay straight man. What happened to small talk? This guy is taking it right to the altar. I decided he was too cereal for me. ::unmatched::
When did men become more desperate than women with an internal clock ticking away? The majority of people really do not like slapping a label on things right out the gate. Where is the fun in that? Most of us avoid that topic as long as we possibly can. I cannot take some of these guys seriously though. This Daniel guy very well could have been joking. However, he did say he really did like long walks on the beach. What happened to the manly men? Did gay straight men take over? It is nice to walk on the beach with someone special to you, but I don’t want to hear how you love that and candle lit baths. I would rather you not say anything to me, grab me up like a cavemen, throw me over your shoulder, throw me on the bed, and show me who is boss. I do not want to sit around and talk about feelings with you or where our future is going. If I wanted to do that, I would call one of my girlfriends or my gay best friends to come over for wine.