Filthy rooms, giant cocks, and deep conversations.

I was in constant flux today.  I didn’t know what to do.  Should I keep my date with The Aussie or just stay home and continue with my Game of Thrones binge?

I went on a date with the two men who are a couple yesterday.  We met for brunch and mimosas and I worked hard to sort out all the dynamics.  The Puppy was overly eager while the Tom Cat was purring and charming.  I was at once drawn in and repelled.

I lied and said I had late afternoon plans.  All I wanted to do was to be alone so I left them with my excuses, got a pedicure and strolled around Target like a retiree.

This morning I had a riding lesson – horses and barn smells and a nice hot morning – then plans to see a movie with The Aussie, but I wasn’t sure I’d have the energy to leave the house.  Ambivalence coursed through me like my blood.  What’s the difference if I just stay home alone?

He texted right as I parked in front of the barn.

“Hey gorgeous!  When and where shall we meet?”

I ignored the text until I was done.  The horse in cross ties, the cool water from my hand splashed on his back, I felt at peace and energized.  Yes, I’d see him.

He was pleased.

After the movie – intense and lingering – I tried to get him to come back to my apartment, but he made excuses about Uber budgets.  I didn’t hide my reluctance, I know, but back to his shitty, dingy co-op we went.

I set my timer for one hour.  If we weren’t done fucking by then I wasn’t going to stay a minute longer.

Walking up to the co-op I cringed.  The eaves were broken off and splintered, trash lay about the front door.  He let us in and I walked past more garbage in the hallway and dirt on the floor.  His room was clean, but the bed was stripped and only a pile of sheets lay atop it.  Was I supposed to fuck on that? He’d told me his bed was inherited, covered in cat piss.

He poured us some wine and I sat gingerly in his office chair and eyed the bed he sat on like it was going to spit on me.

We discussed politics and socio-economic influences.  He was eager to fill the room with words.  I continued to watch the bed and count the minutes.  My alarm chimed.

“I have to leave soon,” I said.

He smiled.  “Ok, so let’s fuck.  I just really enjoy our chats.”

“Is there something we can use to cover the bed?”  I grabbed a neatly folded blanket from behind me.  “Like this?”  He nodded as he pulled his shirt off over his head.

“I know this is all very romantic,” he laughed.

I spread the blanket on the mattress and sat down and watched him undress.  I’ve always loved men’s utter lack of shame.  They all seem so comfortable in their own skin.

He undressed me and soon we were coupled.  I screamed and cried, he told me how much he loved my smile.  His feet kept slipping on the wooden floors so he had to put on his sneakers.  I would have laughed, but I was too busy cumming.

And then he finally filled me up moments before my next alarm went off.

“Will you see me when I’m back in February?” he asked.

“Of course.”

I quickly redressed and I scanned the room again.  The mattress on the floor, the random office chairs doing double duty as laundry baskets, his shoes neatly lined up in front of the bricked-over fireplace, the drawn curtains.  I won’t miss this disgusting place and I don’t think I’ll miss him.  He’s a good fuck, but that’s all it is.  Best to leave it there.

Next time – in February or my dreams – it will be in my beautiful, clean home with the pressed sheets and nice clean surfaces.  I’m certain I won’t waffle then.

 


A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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5 thoughts on “Filthy rooms, giant cocks, and deep conversations.
  1. The Aussie seems to be handsome, tolerant, erudite and he thinks of your needs. He seems like a nice guy . Plus, you said that he also met your personal requirements. He even wants and plans on seeing you when he returns from down under. You seem to have some common interests or you wouldn’t let him talk so much. Do you speake to the current subject and hold mutual interests? When he returns, you may consider picking up the check including the ride to your more acceptable accommodations. However, keep in mind that he may like his place just fine. Perhaps down under people are not quite as conscious of how much things cost and the impact of possessions on other people and their sense of well being. You could surprise him at his revival with a trip to a new place where neither of you hold the strong hand. Somewhere like “The Baldwin Hills Motel.” “Your home away from home be it for an hour or a day.” Or maybe someplace a bit more ‘upscale’. Not so upscale as to frighten him. All in all; He seems like a good guy and he IS hung like a horse and he LIKES you. Perhaps you might (when he arrives) pay less attention to ‘your mission’ and try living in the moment for a bit time with the Aussie! Like turn off your phone and drop it into the deepest recesses of your purse.

    You might ask GOTN for her take. She is very smart and God knows she has been around. She struck me as very practical and may see in the Aussie a way for you to have a less tumultuous life.

    1. You’re right about The Aussie, he’s a very nice man. He’s not a viable partner not because he lives in a shitty house, but because he’s only here for two more weeks. I’m flattered – and happy – he wants to see me again in February and I definitely will.

      To speak to the rest, I paid for our movie tickets, lunch, and a bottle of wine. I had told him before our date when he’d expressed worry over his budget that he only had to worry about the cost of getting himself home if necessary. I also footed the bill for most of our other two dates, as well, and happily.

      I set the timer because I didn’t want to languish in his space – it unnerves me in its chaos and disarray and general unkemptness. I’m a grown woman and I have different standards. I’m not apologetic about that. I don’t judge him for his spartan living arrangements, but I prefer to be in nicer digs. A bed off the floor, furniture, a restroom that I’m not afraid to use. It’s not much to insist upon.

      Not sure what GotN would have to say about this. You’re welcome to direct her to your comment, though, and find out. I’d love to hear her thoughts on how I could use a man in a way that would reduce the turbulence in my life.

    2. Well, I’ve been summoned and so I appear. I think Hy should do whatever she wants with her life. The Aussie sounds fun, and it sounds like she’s having some excellent times with him.

      Hy, you know how I feel about you, and how I am in ridiculous awe and admiration of your assertiveness and knowing your own mind. So I reckon you’ll be just fine with or without unsolicited advice from commenters =)

      PS that thing I was going to do didn’t happen, because we didn’t get the chance to fuck last night, but it is On The List for later in the week when we’re both a bit hornier and in the mood… I am excited. And also I am overjoyed to feature in one of your amazingly sexy escapades.

  2. This reminded me of the time I fucked in a filthy room,,, man, what was I thinking back then…
    That said, when it’s February, you will know what you want to do :)

    Rebel xox

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