So Many People Want So Much
Oct. 1st, 2017 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryI'd been worried, going to bed so late, that I wouldn't get up in time for the shoot. Instead, I woke up at 9:30. Cheers. I showered, had coffee, got my bag together. Nearly had a trick over, but decided to wait until after. I arrived at the apartment, only to realize he hadn't included an apartment number. I don't understand how people do that. I texted him, then sat down and waited. People walked past me, and I guess I could have followed them, since they were probably there for the same thing. I was just being obstinate, honestly. He didn't tell us the apt number and didn't respond to my text.
While I waited, I got a text from an unknown number, saying "last night was fun, hope to do it again soon." But when I asked who it was, they just said they were the "psycho ex." I'm the psycho ex in most of my relationships, and the only one who out-crazied Ophelia now lives in Arkansas. It turns out it's Jeff, Robbie and Grady's now ex. I'm sympathetic, because breakups are a bitch, and drugs are a bitch, and not being able to trust your partners is a bitch. In retrospect, I'm also not sure how he got my number, though.
The shoot took a very very very long time. We all had to get into makeup, which took about 2 hours, then headshots, then out to Balboa park for the real shoot. I played on my phone and watched people on Grindr move around.
It was after 6 when I finally got home. The makeup came off easily enough with soap, but I had a harder time with my back. Literally had to put soap on the tub floor and roll around. At least I took my poppers with me. Sorry rubber ducky, it's really poppers that make bath time so much fun.
Adam touched base - he was expecting to be home around 8:30. A vers/bottom hit me up online. He was close, but I still drove. I got there just as the other top was arriving, and we walked in together. It was a fun time. I don't think I've ever *just* been a top in group situations before, so that was really cool. And Dan, the other top, managed to get a vid of me fucking the bottom doggy style. I pretended to cum, Dan either came or pretended to, the bottom sat on my face and jerked off. I finally asked his name. Turns out we've met in person and we're friends on FB, though his profile pic doesn't show his face. I feel less bad about that, then.
Back home, I edged myself and waited for Adam, but he was taking longer and longer. Ben asked to come over, but said he wasn't getting out of work until 8:30. I pointed out that I go to bed at 10, and he agreed that it would only give us a small window of time. Adam finally arrived with my car at 9:30 - I'd left an envelope full of cash under the seat. #EscortPorblems. It was too late to go grocery shopping at this point, so I figured I'd just get into the poppers and go to bed early.
Bed texted that he was at the Sprouts, and just needed my address. Wait, what? Okay, real quick. He brought a bucket of chicken with him, chugged his first and second drink, was a terrible lay. Couldn't stay hard, kept trying to swallow my face. I couldn't get my camera to work, unfortunately. I got enough video over the weekend I guess. I got a panicked text from Robbie - Grady had gone with George to see about rehab, but that was hours ago, and his phone was turned off. I messaged George, he called back to let me know Grady was okay, so I relayed the message to Robbie. He wanted to stay up listening to music. I begged off for a bit, insisting that I drive him home, but finally gave in. And then he said "Something you should know about me: I always win."
No.
This time he pleaded, but I wasn't having it. He lives near the Mexican border. Actually, I think he lives right across the street from where Brandon had his Daisy Duke party a couple years ago.
Finally home, I should have gone right to bed, but I browsed the web. In between porn vids, I happened to see the bottom's page, and commented on it. He messaged me directly - he has a boyfriend, they're monogamous, he's cheating. FUCK. FUCKING FUCK FUCKOISGDOJKDFSL:DFNA. Oh. Okay.
I nearly threw up from huffing so many poppers, but I did finally cum, unsatisfying as it was, and crashed.
While I waited, I got a text from an unknown number, saying "last night was fun, hope to do it again soon." But when I asked who it was, they just said they were the "psycho ex." I'm the psycho ex in most of my relationships, and the only one who out-crazied Ophelia now lives in Arkansas. It turns out it's Jeff, Robbie and Grady's now ex. I'm sympathetic, because breakups are a bitch, and drugs are a bitch, and not being able to trust your partners is a bitch. In retrospect, I'm also not sure how he got my number, though.
The shoot took a very very very long time. We all had to get into makeup, which took about 2 hours, then headshots, then out to Balboa park for the real shoot. I played on my phone and watched people on Grindr move around.
It was after 6 when I finally got home. The makeup came off easily enough with soap, but I had a harder time with my back. Literally had to put soap on the tub floor and roll around. At least I took my poppers with me. Sorry rubber ducky, it's really poppers that make bath time so much fun.
Adam touched base - he was expecting to be home around 8:30. A vers/bottom hit me up online. He was close, but I still drove. I got there just as the other top was arriving, and we walked in together. It was a fun time. I don't think I've ever *just* been a top in group situations before, so that was really cool. And Dan, the other top, managed to get a vid of me fucking the bottom doggy style. I pretended to cum, Dan either came or pretended to, the bottom sat on my face and jerked off. I finally asked his name. Turns out we've met in person and we're friends on FB, though his profile pic doesn't show his face. I feel less bad about that, then.
Back home, I edged myself and waited for Adam, but he was taking longer and longer. Ben asked to come over, but said he wasn't getting out of work until 8:30. I pointed out that I go to bed at 10, and he agreed that it would only give us a small window of time. Adam finally arrived with my car at 9:30 - I'd left an envelope full of cash under the seat. #EscortPorblems. It was too late to go grocery shopping at this point, so I figured I'd just get into the poppers and go to bed early.
Bed texted that he was at the Sprouts, and just needed my address. Wait, what? Okay, real quick. He brought a bucket of chicken with him, chugged his first and second drink, was a terrible lay. Couldn't stay hard, kept trying to swallow my face. I couldn't get my camera to work, unfortunately. I got enough video over the weekend I guess. I got a panicked text from Robbie - Grady had gone with George to see about rehab, but that was hours ago, and his phone was turned off. I messaged George, he called back to let me know Grady was okay, so I relayed the message to Robbie. He wanted to stay up listening to music. I begged off for a bit, insisting that I drive him home, but finally gave in. And then he said "Something you should know about me: I always win."
No.
This time he pleaded, but I wasn't having it. He lives near the Mexican border. Actually, I think he lives right across the street from where Brandon had his Daisy Duke party a couple years ago.
Finally home, I should have gone right to bed, but I browsed the web. In between porn vids, I happened to see the bottom's page, and commented on it. He messaged me directly - he has a boyfriend, they're monogamous, he's cheating. FUCK. FUCKING FUCK FUCKOISGDOJKDFSL:DFNA. Oh. Okay.
I nearly threw up from huffing so many poppers, but I did finally cum, unsatisfying as it was, and crashed.
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