Reward

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Holy Fuck

Today I fooled around with a guy who was just head-spinningly hot; I'm still in something of a daze with an occasional shit-eating grin on my face thinking about it. I've been in a real slump lately, either too busy with work or personal commitments to fuck or, if I was free, unable to find anyone suitable. I've spent much of the past week feeling depressed and unhappy with myself for various reasons, and was particularly down today, so I called in to work asking for a mental health day. I really just wanted to crawl back in bed and read and feel sorry for myself. I did take a spin around the sites I belong to and nothing was going on at all. So I did some errands and thought maybe I shouldn't be cruising at all; I beat off yesterday after saving up a giant load that I couldn't find anyone to catch for me, so I wasn't out of control horny and my mental state probably would make any hookup that did happen a disaster. I checked back in one more time, and was hit up by what turned out to be sex on wheels.

Talk

Today I fucked a short, firm-bodied, hot-assed little Latino guy. His chest was completely smooth, and his face was a little on the boyish side, but he was otherwise almost exactly my type physically. But man, did he TALK.

Youth

Today I unexpectedly hooked up with a handsome young guy, in his late 20s, who had been after my cum for a while but only recently moved anywhere near me. This was fairly short and sweet, as sex goes for me. Maybe because it is unseasonably warm in NYC today, I found myself feeling extremely horny all of a sudden around lunchtime and knew I had tedious errands to run this afternoon that were going to keep me from getting anything useful done. As the devil makes work for idle hands, I decided to try to find someone nearby to get me off. And this young guy hit me up and we made arrangements pretty quickly. I took the train over to his place in Bushwick to see what he could do with my meat.

Greedy

Today I fucked another regular. I almost didn't fuck anyone. I feel like I've been getting blown a lot, which is of course plenty of fun, but there is just no substitute for that sensation of feeling the muscles in your waist and groin and ass and legs make those thrusting motions that pound your dick into a warm, willing body beneath you. I was completely craving it. A very handsome guy who said he loved to kiss and suck dick and get fucked for hours responded to me online, and acted as though he were very interested and wanted to come over; at the point where he asked if it was OK that he'd been partying I should have said no and moved on, but I was just taken in by his face and kept hoping he was for real. A couple of other guys who have been after my cum in their bellies for a good while appeared around the time I *thought* I was sealing the deal with Party Handsome. And something told me to go with one of them, even though they were just offering blowjobs. But I wanted someone new and I wanted to deep dick for as long as I could stand it. So I put my eggs in the wrong basket and was completely blown off an hour later. There is nothing like that frustration of thinking you've got something going on but you end up with your dick in your hand! But then luckily one of my favorite cocksuckers appeared; I've fucked him before but it is not his favorite thing to do. And he didn't want to get fucked today. But at this point I had to get off or go nuts, so I hopped in the car and drove over. And I'm glad I did.

Necessity

Today I did what I had to-- I fooled around with a little Hispanic dude who I've already fucked. After the sudden cockblocking experience last night, I was left full of desire and all the pent-up cum that Mr Lanky Beauty churned up in my nuts while he was sucking my dick and being beautiful and making me desperately want to unload in him. I didn't do anything to take care of it, not wanting to waste the load on a sock or a tissue. I wanted to wait to give it to someone who really wanted it today. I admit I am sort of pining away for Lanky Beauty, as he is the one who got away. So I was looking for someone almost like him. But I have a lot to do today and would never be able to concentrate with balls as blue as Krishna's; today was not the day to pine endlessly for Prince Cocksucker. So when the little Hispanic dude appeared, I decided to go for a sure thing and hit him up.

Busted!

Today I fooled around with a tall, lanky, smooth, beautifully muscled and actually fairly cute guy, a bit older than me, and it was *extremely* fun for about 30 minutes-- until my husband walked in.

Torture

Today I fooled around with an absolutely adorable little Italian guy. He is someone I first talked to last fall sometime. I thought he was extremely cute, the vaguely nerdy, vaguely manly looking kind of guy with a small build that for some reason is just about never attracted to me but which drives me absolutely bat-shit crazy with attraction. It's probably not a look that most people would think is that exciting, but it's perfect for me, and I just about never get to hook up with anyone like that (I think I've fucked more actual bodybuilders than little handsome nerds, and I'm nothing special to look at myself). So when he appeared around lunchtime and said he would be free towards the end of the day and wanted to suck my dick, an animal lust uncoiled itself inside me. We exchanged information so we could get in touch when he was free and I felt simultaneously like a bunch of gold coins were suddenly being poured into my arms, but also that it was going to be torture waiting four hours for him to come over. This is online hooking-- anything can happen, dudes flake all the time, typically with a frequency that is in direct proportion to how badly you want to get with them. I began to wait and try to concentrate.

Chemsitryless

Today I fucked a guy who I had zero chemistry with. It was a weird experience. He pursued me pretty hotly online-- after last week's fuckfest I wasn't evenreally all that determined to hook up today. He lived waaaay uptown in Manhattan and I knew it would take him forever to get here on the train. I hate being put in that position because if someone travels all that way to me, and they get here and there is no click, I feel bad about sending them away. But these feelings are trumped by someone who is seriously, seriously jonesing for my dick, as this guy was. He looked pretty handsome, actually bordering on pretty, in his pictures. So I said OK.