posts I hope. I started blogging about the men I slept with once. It got to be too much. Total slut? I don't think so.. just more adventurous than most. Until recently, I have been committing to memory all my sexual escapades... until a very dear friend of mine pushed me (with much convincing mind you) into resurrecting the blog (he's lucky he's far enough away to be a casual reader and not participant hahaha). Why not? why should men be the only ones to spew their thoughts on the day after. I shall have my day... and the day starts now...
**DISCLAIMER: THE NAMES OF THE MEN, THEIR APPEARANCE, RACE, NATIONALITY, AGE, WERE CHANGED TO PROTECT THE SATISFIED**
One of these days, I will start from the very beginning but for now, let me tell you about Construction Guy (CG). One thing you ought to know about me, is that I like being single. Not that I look down on the committed and the married, but I like how I can just pick up and run where I want to without a care in the world. But sometimes, being single gets lonely. You can't really blame me is i troll for me. Being in the IT age, most of the legwork for dating has been taken care of the Internet. So I met Construction guy last weekend in a certain chat room. Innocently enough, we start talking. Let me get this straight, I did not meet him with the thought of sleeping with him... companionship for the night, yes; cuddling, sure; maybe a little kissing but hopefully no, having sex with? no. The bio hazard alarm sounding in my head the moment I saw him should've triggered red flags. See what I hate about the Internet, is that people aren't who they seem to be. Photos can be deceiving, tone of voice another matter. This guy in person, was nothing like they guy online. Being the nice girl that I am (sure), I decided to give CG a chance... we share a laugh, a little joke, a drink... then the guy proceeded to eat my face!! WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I looked back to the time I lost virginity when I was 15. My boyfriend at that time had no clue. Granted, I didn't know anything about sex then, but I knew enough to know that it wasn't supposed to be that bad.. I laid there, like a stiff board, counting the minutes. That was also the time I learned to fake an orgasm but that's another story.
So CG eats my face... he was everywhere, I could feel his teeth, he kept shoving his tongue down my throat...it was really bad... what ever possessed me to have sex with him, I think it was a momentary lapse in judgement. I didn't think anyone could do worse than my first boyfriend... God, I was wrong. This man was the absolute worst. Pity though, he had the equipment... and what a fine equipment it was. I believe that if you're going to teach sex ed in schools.. teach the boys that SEX IS NOT ALL ABOUT POUNDING AND GRUNTING!! Because seriously that was what it was. A lot of humping and grunting and nothing else. I tell him "like that" and he stops and does it another way... I go "right there" and he goes another way... and normally in sex, if you're in the missionary position, at least you and him are on the level face to face... this guy was face to face with my breasts. Afterwards he was so proud of himself and what is to become a mortal sin to me, asked me for a post-coital fellatio. I was dead tired from the sex, and in a bad way. I think.. so far this has got to be the worst sexual encounter I had... EVER!!!
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