The Perils of Being a Pussy Hound 10/22-10/24/2004
by Staygold
I had kind of a sucky weekend, sex-wise. 6 girls blew me off last weekend!
But it didn't get me down. I'm doing well in other aspects of my life, and I've gotten plenty of action in the past year or so, including a foursome with three 19 year olds and at least 8 orgasms. It is all part of being an active man on the go. Sometimes you win big, sometimes you love, sometimes you don't. I'm just happy to be in the world with opportunities and excitement.
Friday the plan with a beautiful young suicidegirl-type with pink hair fell through kind of accidentally on both ends. We were supposed to meet at the Cinekink Fest at Anthology to see Mango Kiss, but I was stuck driving back from CT, and I forgot her excuse, but she apologized profusely the next day and resolved to get together soon.
Then I went to the aborted booty call at 3 AM with C-girl, who I think is kind of insane or something. She kicked me out of her place after an hour at 4 AM. It was nice to see her thong, caress her tight small curvy ass, and feel her beautiful DDs,
but I'm a guy and stuff builds up if you get teased like that. I guess she was serious about 'just cuddling,' even though during my previous booty call a few days before I fingered her and made her buck and moan. Well, on Friday, she acted like such a bitch, and then started saying shit about her ex-boyfriend going to come and kick my ass 
when someone called at 3:30 AM and she checked her caller ID. For real, I'd rather just stay at home and look at porn and wack off, saving the cab fare and my dignity, and the risk of violence.
I think this aborted booty call from heck illustrates something about the difference between men and women. Men are vectors. (Insert the circular symbol of the man with an arrow here) When we are on second base, then we are always on base, waiting for third and home. Even if we are on base for ten years! Women, however, start the baseball game from the beginning whenever they want, and you may not even get inside from the parking lot, even if you bought tickets.
This is why guys don't pick up hints from inactivity and noncommunication from women that they desire. And because often women change their minds, this is why it is hard to take the hint or the denial when it is verbal, because men are creatures of hope, and we are dreamers, and it is our hope and dreams that make things happen. Also, our sperm and testosterone builds up, which tends to make our directions clearer and our desires increasingly urgent. (insert Male symbol here)
On Satuday I was supposed to have a threesome with two bisexuals, who, just before it came together, fell for each other, and the extra girls they brought to the date that they excluded me from. I called them on their bullshit, and they insulted me and called *me* immature and selfish after I introduced them all and set it up intensively for almost two weeks only to have it fall through close to the last minute and too late to set up anything else reliable for Saturday night.
There two good things I could say about this aborted group sex situation. First, these women *are* morally compromised, and it has nothing to do with their sexuality. People who cannot keep their commitments for a Saturday night date are not worth a second chance, because they are unreliable and inconsistent and rude. Not good fodder for friendship or trust, which I need for good lovemaking. (I went on a date with one of them a couple of months ago, and I wanted my soul to take a shower! She's a Bush supporter.)
The other good thing is that I saved about $200 on taking these bitches out to sushi at my favorite NY place, only to have them whisper to each other and then run off together, leaving me with the bill. This whole experience was an example of my big head following my little head too much. Plus, they were sneering chubsters. Talk about Pearls before swine!
There's a picture of me reading this place's menu, plotting strategy to the left. No joke. They have like twenty specials a day. There's always Japanese people eating there, and it is owned and operated by a Japanese guy for 30 years who loves jazz and reputedly is a head if you get him under the ideal conditions...Like if you show him a fat joint at closing time!
My ex-gf, a refugee from her repressed and abusive parents, came over Saturday night. We went to Anthology to see the Cinekink festival with a hot movie called Alice in Footland. She's bi, so we both got all hot and bothered, so I tied her up and fucked her as soon as we got home. But we weren't feeling it and neither of us came because we have put each other through so much. Normally we have about 6 orgasms combined. She got all moody at me when I asked her about the guy she fucked the night before, even though she brought him up in the first place.
On Sunday, I was supposed to see another girl who also lives with her parents but she was stuck in NJ and was hours late due to NJTransit nightmares, and then had to get home. I spent about 3 hours to get to her to be with her for 15 minutes. She's partly Native American, and I've loved all women I've dated with this in their blood. Such great skin and lips and hair... After, this pseudo-rendez-vous, I was waiting all day to hear from this Texas hottie with the face of an angel and a tight lil curvy ass that can start wars. She was supposed to get with me Sunday evening and never materialized without a trace. On Monday, she said she was so tired from moving that she fell asleep right after dinner. She asked if I had a car! I guess she wanted me to move her. She once told me that she has an oral fixation, but I've only seen her suck down the drinks that I bought her on our oh so occasional dates that have started since I met her smoking on 57th Street in June 2003. Thank you, Mayor Bloomberg. I just have to make good on this opportunity you sent me.
(c) Staygold 2004
by Staygold
I had kind of a sucky weekend, sex-wise. 6 girls blew me off last weekend!
But it didn't get me down. I'm doing well in other aspects of my life, and I've gotten plenty of action in the past year or so, including a foursome with three 19 year olds and at least 8 orgasms. It is all part of being an active man on the go. Sometimes you win big, sometimes you love, sometimes you don't. I'm just happy to be in the world with opportunities and excitement.
Friday the plan with a beautiful young suicidegirl-type with pink hair fell through kind of accidentally on both ends. We were supposed to meet at the Cinekink Fest at Anthology to see Mango Kiss, but I was stuck driving back from CT, and I forgot her excuse, but she apologized profusely the next day and resolved to get together soon.
Then I went to the aborted booty call at 3 AM with C-girl, who I think is kind of insane or something. She kicked me out of her place after an hour at 4 AM. It was nice to see her thong, caress her tight small curvy ass, and feel her beautiful DDs,
but I'm a guy and stuff builds up if you get teased like that. I guess she was serious about 'just cuddling,' even though during my previous booty call a few days before I fingered her and made her buck and moan. Well, on Friday, she acted like such a bitch, and then started saying shit about her ex-boyfriend going to come and kick my ass when someone called at 3:30 AM and she checked her caller ID. For real, I'd rather just stay at home and look at porn and wack off, saving the cab fare and my dignity, and the risk of violence.
I think this aborted booty call from heck illustrates something about the difference between men and women. Men are vectors. (Insert the circular symbol of the man with an arrow here) When we are on second base, then we are always on base, waiting for third and home. Even if we are on base for ten years! Women, however, start the baseball game from the beginning whenever they want, and you may not even get inside from the parking lot, even if you bought tickets.
This is why guys don't pick up hints from inactivity and noncommunication from women that they desire. And because often women change their minds, this is why it is hard to take the hint or the denial when it is verbal, because men are creatures of hope, and we are dreamers, and it is our hope and dreams that make things happen. Also, our sperm and testosterone builds up, which tends to make our directions clearer and our desires increasingly urgent. (insert Male symbol here)
On Satuday I was supposed to have a threesome with two bisexuals, who, just before it came together, fell for each other, and the extra girls they brought to the date that they excluded me from. I called them on their bullshit, and they insulted me and called *me* immature and selfish after I introduced them all and set it up intensively for almost two weeks only to have it fall through close to the last minute and too late to set up anything else reliable for Saturday night.
There two good things I could say about this aborted group sex situation. First, these women *are* morally compromised, and it has nothing to do with their sexuality. People who cannot keep their commitments for a Saturday night date are not worth a second chance, because they are unreliable and inconsistent and rude. Not good fodder for friendship or trust, which I need for good lovemaking. (I went on a date with one of them a couple of months ago, and I wanted my soul to take a shower! She's a Bush supporter.)
The other good thing is that I saved about $200 on taking these bitches out to sushi at my favorite NY place, only to have them whisper to each other and then run off together, leaving me with the bill. This whole experience was an example of my big head following my little head too much. Plus, they were sneering chubsters. Talk about Pearls before swine!
There's a picture of me reading this place's menu, plotting strategy to the left. No joke. They have like twenty specials a day. There's always Japanese people eating there, and it is owned and operated by a Japanese guy for 30 years who loves jazz and reputedly is a head if you get him under the ideal conditions...Like if you show him a fat joint at closing time!
My ex-gf, a refugee from her repressed and abusive parents, came over Saturday night. We went to Anthology to see the Cinekink festival with a hot movie called Alice in Footland. She's bi, so we both got all hot and bothered, so I tied her up and fucked her as soon as we got home. But we weren't feeling it and neither of us came because we have put each other through so much. Normally we have about 6 orgasms combined. She got all moody at me when I asked her about the guy she fucked the night before, even though she brought him up in the first place.
On Sunday, I was supposed to see another girl who also lives with her parents but she was stuck in NJ and was hours late due to NJTransit nightmares, and then had to get home. I spent about 3 hours to get to her to be with her for 15 minutes. She's partly Native American, and I've loved all women I've dated with this in their blood. Such great skin and lips and hair... After, this pseudo-rendez-vous, I was waiting all day to hear from this Texas hottie with the face of an angel and a tight lil curvy ass that can start wars. She was supposed to get with me Sunday evening and never materialized without a trace. On Monday, she said she was so tired from moving that she fell asleep right after dinner. She asked if I had a car! I guess she wanted me to move her. She once told me that she has an oral fixation, but I've only seen her suck down the drinks that I bought her on our oh so occasional dates that have started since I met her smoking on 57th Street in June 2003. Thank you, Mayor Bloomberg. I just have to make good on this opportunity you sent me.
(c) Staygold 2004
alicetrip:
hi there