Welcome to my happily ever after...
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hot legs again
Sorry I haven't updated lately. I just haven't really felt like writing. I snapped out of the funk I was in...hopefully.
I have to say...fuck Suze Orman. I read "The Courage to Be Rich", and there's a chapter on how it's better to spend the money you make on your bills that gather interest rather than put it in your savings account. That's what I did...I overpaid my bills by tons, and as a result, I don't have much in savings. For example, my Sallie Mae from when I got my MCSE I would overpay by like $500 a month just to try to pay it off. Well, the note was only $125 a month, and as a result, I only owe $800 now. Considering it cost me $13,000, I thought I was doing the right thing at the time. I now know better.
So I have to work, despite what the job is. On Friday, I start a job with a local hospital doing data entry for $12 an hour. Considering I was making around $40 an hour in my last job, it wants to make me cry. However I have a firm belief that no job is beneath anyone. Really, I do. And heck, maybe I can make a contact there that can get me a job in their IT dept seeing as how I've sent my resume there 1000 times and have never been called in the last few years. We shall see.
So, I am assuming that Carlos had his "indiscretion" with that guy he wanted to have sex with. I told him that I did not want to know. So I had an indiscretion of my own. I had sex with Hot Legs from work.
Another of my firm beliefs is that you should never have sex with someone from work. Well, Hot Legs and I don't work together anymore, so Monday night I went over to his hotel and fucked the shit out of him.
We went out to dinner first at Maggiano's, one of my favorite restaurants. I faintly felt like I was on a date. When I dropped him off, he asked if I wanted to come in. I said sure.
So we start drinking from the mini bar. I like never drink hard liquor, and after a few vodkas, I was crunk drunk. He asked if he could order up a porn on the TV, and I said sure yet again.
Next thing you know, he's between my legs sucking me, and I have to admit, he's good. I hardly ever come close to cumming from blow jobs, but I had to push him off to keep from shooting in his mouth. He then asked if I would fuck him. At that point, what did I stand to lose? So I fucked him, and he liked it rough.
We did it on the bed, on the floor, on the dresser, in the shower. At one point we finally did it missionary style, and I had his big hot legs on my shoulders when I was fucking him. I swear each leg weighed like 50 lbs. Damn, I love boys with hairy legs.
Damn, two, and yes I said two hours later when I couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to cum, he wanted me to shoot in his mouth. I wouldn't do it. So I shot on his stomach and he picked it up with his fingers and ate it. I was like "is this porn?".
Funny thing is, we probably won't do it again, at least on my part. Not that he wasn't good...LOL, trust me. However I now have it out of my system and won't need to. I can move on. I'm a woman's worse nightmare. ha.
12:02 a.m. - 2003-10-30
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