Hopeless Sadist: Intensity Fading
I like my sex energetic, rough and sadistic… alright… I said it.
I’m sure most of you knew that, or at least you do now. Well, last night I went and hooked up with a guy that visits Austin a couple times a year. This is the second time we met up, and I should have taken clues from the first time.
He said he wanted to be my bitch, wanted me to choke him, leave bruises on him, make him lick my boots. As we get closer to actually playing his attitude becomes a lot more vanilla, and once we start actually playing, he might as well be a plow up sex doll. He likes being choked, and he likes be fucked. That seems to be about it because when I try to do anything more he starts crying like a girl – not in the hot “I’m going to make you my bitch whether you want it or not” way either.
He likes to spend maybe 20-30 minutes fooling around and having sex, then he’s done. I have an hour minimum for having sex. After 30 min, you’re just getting to the good foreplay. I’m in for the long haul when I have sex, not some quickie that would be better served by Mr Right Hand or my FleshJack.
I’m pretty sure the guy is just a slut though. As soon as I shot my load down his throat and all over his face, he ran to the bathroom to wipe it up and take a shower. Leaving me just sitting there. He was in there for about 5 min, so I got my things together and got dressed. When I was cleaning up I noticed another condom in the trash… ugh. His hole wasn’t that tight either. He probably didn’t want me to bruise him or anything because he had to make the other guys he was going to play with later feel like they were the only ones.
Would I play with him again… probably not. Unless he truly lets me go all the way, I’ll be too bored.
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