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Dec. 30th, 2012 02:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryHaving fallen asleep so early, we got up early. Tim had boat work to do, but said he'd text me later. I kind of wanted to go out for Sunday Funday, but it was still too early for that. Hopped online, got hit up by a guy I've been chatting with for a while. He just wanted a quickie before brunch. Fine by me. He's supposedly quite the voluminous shooter, but I didn't get to see it, and god knows I've known enough of them to be used to it.
Sent out a couple texts, hopped back online. One guy hit me up, but was taking 10-20 min to respond to each message. Tweeker. A couple other partiers hit me up. I'm not opposed to it directly, but most of them were still up from last night...or the night before...or the night before that, etc. Eric the Red, who I had only slept with once, years ago, but been meaning to meet again, hit me up. Good times, accompanied by good chat.
Texts came back - most everyone was out of town or sick. A furry guy was hitting me up, as was an attractive but shy older guy. The older guy logged off, so I was gonna go with the furry guy, but then he started with a message-by-message of what I was into. BB? Ok. Travel? Ok. Kissing. FUCK. I asked if he wanted to hook up, or if there was an application and a waiting period, and logged off. Older guy logged back in. He was at a motel in Mission Valley. Strange, I hadn't noticed that he was visiting....
He was there with guyinoldtown, both were tweeking and on G. *sigh* Guy is a favorite of Tim's. He said he'd been fucking Tim even while we were together over a year ago, but later took it back. I don't really trust his drug addled mind, and am surprisingly nonplussed even if it's true. We broke up because he cheated. Him cheating more or less doesn't really matter now, does it?
Being the only sober one, I was the primary top. Guy kept going to his phone and computer, though he did get hard enough to fuck me very briefly. Older guy kept wanting me to cum inside him, which was definitely not going to happen. Note to tricks reading my journal; the way to get me to cum is absolutely not to tell me to. Older guy had to go somewhere at 2, so I pretended to cum and skeedaddled.
Since I was finally out of the house, I ran some errands. Deposited my paychecks, hit the store (but had no idea what to buy...so cereal, milk, and lettuce). I texted around to see who wanted to go to The Hole. I was going to just go by myself, but it started hailing and my tummy started gurgling.I got hit up by an attractive, hung Brit, but took too long getting ready, and he found someone else. I had already given him my address & phone number, so I don't understand why he didn't just text me. He did offer to come over after fucking the other guy...um, no, thanks. A kid I'd talked to a while back messaged me. I was just gonna stay in, but then he messaged me again. Oh, alright. He has a stylish 1 bedroom in Normal Heights, just a little south of where I lived with FHA. I enjoyed poppers for the first time in a long time, and even came for him - good volume, poor distance. I was putting my clothes on, we got to chatting, and then I was maybe gonna stay for dinner? Except he had put bacon in everything. We made plans to get together another time, instead.
Shelton texted me - he was at a friend's place, but going stir crazy. I suggested Mo's or Flick's, though karaoke didn't start until 10. Around 9, I figured out I wasn't going to make it, and texted Shelton as much. He was at Pecs....thanks for the invite?
Tim never texted. Probably for the best.
Sent out a couple texts, hopped back online. One guy hit me up, but was taking 10-20 min to respond to each message. Tweeker. A couple other partiers hit me up. I'm not opposed to it directly, but most of them were still up from last night...or the night before...or the night before that, etc. Eric the Red, who I had only slept with once, years ago, but been meaning to meet again, hit me up. Good times, accompanied by good chat.
Texts came back - most everyone was out of town or sick. A furry guy was hitting me up, as was an attractive but shy older guy. The older guy logged off, so I was gonna go with the furry guy, but then he started with a message-by-message of what I was into. BB? Ok. Travel? Ok. Kissing. FUCK. I asked if he wanted to hook up, or if there was an application and a waiting period, and logged off. Older guy logged back in. He was at a motel in Mission Valley. Strange, I hadn't noticed that he was visiting....
He was there with guyinoldtown, both were tweeking and on G. *sigh* Guy is a favorite of Tim's. He said he'd been fucking Tim even while we were together over a year ago, but later took it back. I don't really trust his drug addled mind, and am surprisingly nonplussed even if it's true. We broke up because he cheated. Him cheating more or less doesn't really matter now, does it?
Being the only sober one, I was the primary top. Guy kept going to his phone and computer, though he did get hard enough to fuck me very briefly. Older guy kept wanting me to cum inside him, which was definitely not going to happen. Note to tricks reading my journal; the way to get me to cum is absolutely not to tell me to. Older guy had to go somewhere at 2, so I pretended to cum and skeedaddled.
Since I was finally out of the house, I ran some errands. Deposited my paychecks, hit the store (but had no idea what to buy...so cereal, milk, and lettuce). I texted around to see who wanted to go to The Hole. I was going to just go by myself, but it started hailing and my tummy started gurgling.I got hit up by an attractive, hung Brit, but took too long getting ready, and he found someone else. I had already given him my address & phone number, so I don't understand why he didn't just text me. He did offer to come over after fucking the other guy...um, no, thanks. A kid I'd talked to a while back messaged me. I was just gonna stay in, but then he messaged me again. Oh, alright. He has a stylish 1 bedroom in Normal Heights, just a little south of where I lived with FHA. I enjoyed poppers for the first time in a long time, and even came for him - good volume, poor distance. I was putting my clothes on, we got to chatting, and then I was maybe gonna stay for dinner? Except he had put bacon in everything. We made plans to get together another time, instead.
Shelton texted me - he was at a friend's place, but going stir crazy. I suggested Mo's or Flick's, though karaoke didn't start until 10. Around 9, I figured out I wasn't going to make it, and texted Shelton as much. He was at Pecs....thanks for the invite?
Tim never texted. Probably for the best.
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