I am in a very strange place at the moment. Not that that in itself is unusual. What is unusual is the fact that I am all perturbed because of the 24 year old that I hooked up with on Friday lunchtime.
The 24 year old is a story in itself. Let me tell you about him….
I met said 24 year old (who was actually 23 at the time) around this time last year. I met him via an internet-dating website I used to have a profile on. I cannot actually remember why I bothered to meet him, he was very annoying sending me through photos of his penis and being so horny that I had likened him to a rabid dog.
Reluctantly I organised to meet him but I was sure that I would just totally blow him off beforehand. He text me prior to our arranged meeting time but I ignored him (at that stage, I had plenty of people who were interested in shagging me – my how things have changed…lol). I figured he would get the message and I would not hear from him again. So a few hours later, he rang me. I nearly died. Who rings people these days especially a 23 year old? Aren’t Gen Y’s all about texting?? He had my attention then I have to say. In addition, what got me intrigued was when he told me that he was off the film festival. For someone who was as horny and rabid as he was, clearly he only had a one-track mind. He could not possibly be interested in foreign films. That would indicate some semblance of intelligence.
My curiosity got the better of me and so I went along to meet this person. Well I was in for a total surprise. I was expecting some disrespectful young guy who would try to mount me the minute we met. However, he was actually very sweet and polite. I am sure if I did offer to go down on him he would have jumped at the chance, but he appeared to be a very sweet, genuine guy, albeit a very horny one…lol.
Therefore, I had to admit to myself that I was actually wrong about this person and that he could actually be an option (as a playmate). Therefore, we organised a hook up to which he promptly stood me up. After that, I was not that keen to meet him. Moreover, at that time I had many other options so did not need him.
So for the next 12 months, we played the lets hook up and would set up a date and time only for me to pike out. We ‘d then set another date and then he’d pike out or stand me up.
But he always still intrigued me. Cause he would ring me. If he text and I did not respond, he would call me! And there were times when I would just send his call straight to voicemail, and he would still ring me back until he actually got hold of me!!
I remember one night he rang when I was having sex with my husband and I answered the phone. And there he was with is goofy voice asking me if I was keen to hook up.
I never ever expected for us to actually hook up. I did text him a couple of months back and he did not know who I was so I figured that he had deleted my number and moved on, which even though I was kinda miffed at the time, I totally understood.
So you can imagine my surprise when I got a phone call from him a few weeks back asking me if I was free. I said to him that I was surprised to hear from him cos he didn’t know who I was the last time I text. He explained that was cos I was texting his 021 number and he doesn’t use that phone anymore.
So then, I get this text from him last week asking me if I was free on Friday during the day. Since he lives in town, I thought sure why not, I could go up and visit him on my lunch break. I didn’t actually think that it would happen; I figured that he would stand me up. But he didn’t and where he lives is like a 5-minute walk from where I work. It may be close but unfortunately it is uphill (and fucking nasty hills!!) and so when I finally arrived at his place and I had told him to jump me, I was totally out of breath cos I also had a cold which means that I could hardly breathe….lol.
He certainly was much nicer looking that I had remembered – in fact; he looked very different compared to how I remembered him. And he was much much stockier, kinda buff even. One thing that did strike me as strange was that he did not take his polo shirt off during the whole thing.
Whilst the sex was not spectacular, he did have a good-sized cock. He did finally get the facial that I had been promising him for a year, so I think he was rather happy.
I am used to sleeping with people who are completely blown away by me. I am not used to sleeping with people who I don’t rate with. I like to think of myself as really hot in bed and as someone who gives fantastic blow jobs (EVERYONE I have ever been with has told me I give great head) and the guys that I choose to fuck all are very appreciative of that. But this guy, not so much. That was something I was not used to.
And you know what else has happened, cos he is not that into me, I totally want him!! Even th0ugh the sex was not great, I just want him so bad. I didn’t perform at my best on Friday and want to be all waxed, toned and prepared for the next time we bump uglies, if there is a next time.