Here is something sad but true…I don’t say no all that often. I help friends even when I don’t have time, I take on more responsibility at work, mentor more people, and don’t turn down another drunk.
But that’s not the topic of today’s blog post.
I don’t often say no to sex. Never have. At least, not with men who I find remotely attractive, who I have had some decent conversation with. Yes, I know the bar is not set very high. So I’m not suggesting some random stranger could just come up to me with no words and start kissing me and….
Shit. Who am I kidding. If he was cute I would probably respond.
Since taking myself off the proverbial table for Johnny Id, my former lovers have stayed quiet. I haven’t heard from NIM at all, Jason and I have had very neutral hi-how-are-you-doing conversations (except for the one suggestion that if I want a threesome with Johnny, he’s game), and other than the dumb “hi” text-to-phone message, I haven’t heard from P. Even the chef who regularly sent me cock shots every 6 weeks has been silent.
This is all fine by me. I have enjoyed the solitude and the break, most days. As I’ve written, I do miss someone’s hands on me. But mentally, it’s been good.
One man I didn’t ever write about was #52. He was from out-of-town and we had two great sex nights together. He was a guidance counsellor and smart and kind. We stayed in touch off and on since then but I haven’t heard from him in months.
Until last week. Out of the blue. He tells me he is coming to my city. I tell him that’s great but I’m sorry I can’t see him; that I am now in a closed relationship. Within 2 texts, he sends me a cock shot. I say thanks but no. He sends me a video of himself jacking off, I say no. I get:
“Ahh man Ann. Holding off for something long distance and for something that is once in a blue moon? Is it bad that i don’t want to care and want u in fishnets to come to my hotel room?
Can’t u just open it so that we can have a little fun since I’m coming down?
I want to lick ur feet, asshole and fuck like animals. Finish u off by pumping all this cum deep into your pussy.
Plz plz plz 🙂 I’m going to text u all week until u come see me I warn u”
I said no again and made it very clear that it was my choice to be closed and I was not going to change my mind. He stopped texting.
Frankly, I was proud of myself. This is a good (and kinky, obviously) guy. A nice guy. The sex would have been great. And I was not tempted at all.
Image source is from the hilarious animated short film called “The Cat Came Back”.