I added to my list of lovers last night. I'm over 50 now. I don't feel bad about this but I feel like I should. Looking over the list, I realized that if I tried to recreate that list, I doubt I'd remember more than about 20 or so. It was fun strolling though lover's lane in my head.
I've got 2 more on the line. Marc & Matt. Holy fucking hell, Matt is the hottest guy I've ever tried to hook up with. Seriously out of my league. Don't care. I haven't wanted a piece of ass this bad in a long time. He seems interesting and funny. He hasn't showed me his dick yet and that's a good thing!
... or maybe it's not. Most guys are pretty gung-ho about letting women know what they're working with.
At the moment, I don't care. I just want to lick him from his hips to his lips and run my fingers through his beard.
Marc seems to be wishy-washy but he says it's not his fault. If he's being truthful about his life, I can see why he's busy. It's summer in the valley and he's a Scoutmaster. If he's as dominant as he says he is, we're going to have a hell of a time. I really hope he lives up to the ziplining promise.... or any of the promises he's made me. He's super sexy and seems really smart but I'm not holding my breath for that one.
After I score those two, I might calm down for a minute and just maintain the ones I've found.
Hell, I think 5 or 6 lovers at once is a good deal. It'll drop down to a manageable 3 soon enough.
.... I still need to break up with Rick. This shit is out of control and ridiculous.
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