It's just fucking, isn't it?

[pachookie]

We made plans to hook up on Thursday somewhere in "the big city". He said he had a meeting. We were talking about work and other small talk when he said "My boss just showed up". Now I really wanted to believe him (isn't it easier if you do?) but he just sounded a little strange. He said he'd be a few minutes, 20 tops. An hour passes, then 90 minutes... then two hours. I finally called and he didn't answer. I waited 20 more minutes, he didn't answer again. I left a message. Then I got to thinking I could just call his boss and see if she answered.... she did. I hung up. So... he lied. Again. He called me back saying his boss just left. Impossible. I wondered what to say to him. Now this is the really stupid part: I felt guilty for checking on him. Or maybe it isn't stupid. I've said I don't want him to tell me anything I wouldn't want to know. Lie to me, I've basically said. So I didn't say anything. Very unlike me, but hey, I wanted to get fucked.

So I decided to compartmentalize the fact that the man I want to love isn't the man I want to fuck. And it worked beautifully. Until it came time to have an orgasm. I am telling you.... I could NOT do it! Why? He was doing everything I like, licking, sucking, biting. There was creamy substance EVERYWHERE. It felt marvelous. I just couldn't do it. Who would have thought? Me. The slut. No orgasm. F-U-C-K! Better luck next time.

We showered. He sat on the bed while I fixed my face, hair, got dressed. He looked so adorable sitting there. All clean, pressed and smiling. Glasses in his pocket. Dimples.

I love that fucker.