Welcome to my happily ever after...
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Ho-bags Anonymous
I have something I need to be more honest about. Well, not MORE honest because I never mentioned it to begin with here. I did something else bad this weekend. Remember how I said that I always, always, replace one indiscretion with another? Well, I didn't drink myself into a stupor this weekend. So instead I replaced it with a ton of indiscrimate sex. Saturday was a particularly bad day for me, and don't just think it was the party that night.
Around 2 PM Saturday afternoon, I went to the Bathhouse Bally's to work out. After sufficiently torturing my body, I was walking to the water fountain to get a drink and I caught the eye of a cute guy walking by. Nice legs, cute face. I then work out a little more and then retire to the steam room.
(Insert porn music here)
So I sat in the steamroom for a little while before cute guy comes in. Nice abs. We make a bit of conversation, and after a few minutes, I couldn't stand the heat in there as it was time to get out of the kitchen. I go shower and guess who appears next to me. We peeled off our workout shorts, and shock shock, he's trying to hide a big boner. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows as if to say "nice one", and I could tell he was mildly embarrassed. I continue showering, and perhaps I soaped my crack a bit more than I needed to, but for the most part I just continued with my routine as usual, dry off, and head back to my locker to get dressed.
Guess whose locker is right next to mine? He hadn't been in the locker room when I'd been in there so that was a real coincidence. We get dressed talking about mundane things such as the weather, other gyms in the area, the trials and tribulations of putting down a tile floor. Blah. So when we walk out to the parking lot, he says "So what do you have going on right now?"
"Nothing much....whatcha got in mind?", I ask.
"Why don't you come over and check out the tile floor I'm in the process of putting down? Got a few minutes to spare?".
Sure I do...so off we go. I follow him home, and turns out he isn't really around the corner, but rather about 15 miles away in Greenway Plaza. I walk in and give the obligatory oohs and aaahs at his home renovation projects, and we then retire the couch and chitchat. His house was immaculate! I mean there was not one thing out of place. His bed was made, no dishes in the sink, nothing. It was as if he knew he'd be bringing someone home. My house on the other hand always has dishes in the sink, an unmade bed, and clothes on the floor. Keep in mind though that I have a 27 year old child that doesn't know how to do housework.
So we talk more. Then BANG, we're all up in each other grills, making out like mad, tearing each other's clothes off. We then furiously stripped on our way to his bed. Shirt, shorts, socks, underwear, all in a line going to the bedroom. I was ravenous. I simply could not get enough of this guy's lean body and big dick.
He liked to rim, and I usually don't like anyone going down there much, however I knew I was extra special clean due to my 15 minute shower I'd just had. I lay there with my ass in the air for at least 30 minutes while he went to town on me, and after I rolled over on my back, he stuck his tongue in really deep. I then shot my load with such force that I hit my face and the pillowcase. I was embarrassed I'd gotten his sheets dirty, but heck, what do you expect when you bring home tricks from the gym?
So when I was done, he was super nice and went and got a wet washcloth for me to clean myself off with. He even used warm water! What a nice guy. Then it was his turn, and I did the alternate blow job/hand job thing until he came as well. So we lay there on his bed savoring the afterglow for a few minutes. Being one that never wants to wear out his welcome, I tell him I should get going, so I kiss him lightly on the mouth and tell him I had fun. I get dressed, remember my manners and thank him for having me over, and am out the door.
I'll probably never see this guy again.
So why you ask after this experience did I feel the need to go to a sex party only 3 hours after that? Good fucking question. It was almost as if I'd already fucked up....at that point it was a lost cause so why even try to be good?
I'm a W-H-O-R-E and I know. Isn't admitting it the first step? Is there a 12 step program for whores? Ho-bags Anonymous?
11:11 a.m. - 2004-03-22
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