My Hot Sex Garden

Encounters 2 and 3 March 14, 2009

You know how I wanted to beat my little record of meeting 3 different guys in one afternoon/evening… well guy #2 (22yo Latino) was late. He came on MSN at 19:30 instead of 18:00. We discussed planned and agreed for 22:00. In the meantime, I tried to arrange with guy #3, the French boxer.

After much discussion and confirming, the latter was given my address and, as we were finalizing the last details, his poor Internet connection failed. I assumed he left but he didn’t write anything to that effect. I got ready and waited. His last message was at 20:01 and he lives 12 metro stations away so I figured he should be here for 20:30 max. By 20:40 he wasn’t there so I left a note on the door. “I waited 40 minutes and you didn’t come so I went out.”. Of course I didn’t leave my house but at this point, I promissed Latino boy to confirm his venue. As I was chatting with him, French boxer came. He saw the note, waited, knocked once and after a while went back. In the meantime, I took the note off the door and started arranging things with Latino. I wouldn’t do my 3-guy night.

Just when I was confirming with Latino, French boxer came knocking again. I learned later that he went to McDonald’s and had a meal and came back. He waited and knocked 5-6 times to my greatest annoyance. He eventually left but I had a chance to get a sneak peek at him… not bad, quite tall. By then, Latino boy was annoyed himself and as we were confirming the procedure, he got fed up (or too nervous), jerked off and wanted to meet… but to watch a movie together. No deal.

So where did my ambitious oral generosity lead me today? Not far. Joe performed as usual, John the Latino didn’t come and pissed me off. He’s so cute, I wanna suck him and here he acts all immature and romantic with me. Honey, I want your dick, not your heart. French Boxer was cool about it on MSN; he’s a very smart nerdy jock. I will get along with him well but he is returning to France in May.

In short, it’s very hard to arrange a fantasy like this on such short notice with young immature guys whom you would meet for the very first time. Can you see why I love the straightforwardness and reliability of good ole Joe-the-Lebanese-with-thick-dick?

I don’t feel like going out, don’t feel like chasing New Jersey Devils’ players who are in town, I don’t feel like whoring out and hunting for horny guys who leave clubs at 2am, I don’t feel like walking around in the ethnic part of ParcEx neighborhood to meet hot and horny Greek or Indian males. I am not horny at all anymore, just frustrated by how this has turned out. I ended up loosing most of my beautiful Saturday, didn’t realize my personal record, didn’t suck Latino (yet! ), didn’t work on my businesses or do my taxes, didn’t clean around, cook or even have a proper meal. What a shame. I’m such a slut, huh?