and the whoring continues…
I had a coffee date yesterday. Another guy I met from one of the sites I am trolling. He was friendly and open minded and his pictures were pretty hot. The problem was that he didn’t have a picture on it. You know… I need a face picture. After he showed up on my page time and time again… I finally emailed him.
Sorry it took me forever to get back to you. I have this weird prescreening thing, that I don’t respond to people won’t show their face. I guess it’s shallow, but I don’t assume that is not part of the reason that guys contact me- cause they’ve seen my face and they think I’m at least not ‘unattractive’. I’m really not hung up on looks either, I just just figure, fair is fair right?? Besides, what if it turns out that you are someone that I know??
However, so often the picture of that really great ass comes up on my screen so this morning- I decided, maybe if I ask- he’ll send a picture and we can be even!! So- what do ya say?? Can you ease my mind that you are not a co-worker, a cousin, or a husband of one of my friends??
He asked me for my phone number and said he could text me one. I sent it, and we chatted a bit back and forth before he sent me the picture. He wasn’t familiar- and was a decent looking guy. He looked pretty young though. Much younger than his claimed 35.
So after a day worth of chatting it turns out we had a lot in common and we decided we’d meet for coffee. Coffee, because neither of us had the time for much more than that this week. If he had time for sex, I’d have preferred that instead. I fucking hate the coffee dates. Really. I hate that preliminary stuff. I mean, everyone is on thier best behavior on a coffee date, right? Nobody is themself on the coffee date before the sex date. Even if the sex doesn’t happen, you can be sure that they person you met on the coffee date was on his best behavior. I mean even I try to watch my mouth and not say ‘fuck’ all the time. I try to be less obvious of a slut.
Luckily I got there first. I like arriving first, I hate walking into a room looking for someone. So I was there, sipping my WAY TOO BIG iced coffee when he arrived. He had texted and said to look for the crazy fucking handsome guy in a blue shirt. We’ll I’d seen his picture… ok, sure.
So when a crazy fucking handsome guy in a blue shirt actually walked in… I thought- wait, that can’t be him.
Oh- hells yes it was!!!
Turns out- the photo he sent does not do him justice. No, not at ALL. It’s promising- we’ll see.
Which brings me to a question. Almost every guy I’ve met looks better in person than in thier pictures. What about me? Do I look better in person than in pictures? I’m always afraid it’s the opposite. I’m always terrified that the guy is going to leave thinking, ‘ah- she’s prettier in her pictures.’ So a handful of you know what look like, in person and in photos. What do you think? Am I prettier in person??
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I hope to have a date next week with a different guy. A sex date. Tall, dark hair and these eyes that drew me in. By the second conversation, I was in my bed, jerking off on the phone to him while he was at work in a room full of people. He was able to talk- and talk he did. It didn’t take much, and I was cumming. Once, and twice… while he told me how much he wanted to finger my pussy and ass. How he wanted to fill me deep and feel me shaking beneath him. And a third time.
Delicious.
Even hotter that he was surrounded by people. Able to speak outside of earshot- but clearly in plain view of people. It was torture for him, and sexy as fuck for me. And it’s been that way ever since. We talk often, and the attraction just grows stronger. His voice makes me ache. His tone and his words and the way sex just sorts of drips into my ear.
I don’t think I’ll be meeting him for coffee.
Unless there’s a place that you can get coffee and fuck.
Seems like someone needs to open a StarFucks
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I treat the blind dates, the coffee dates, as a form of foreplay, ONLY if we hit it off. Let’s face it: it’s a screening process for both parties. We might decide to go our separate ways and that’s fine. But by the time we’ve agreed to meet, we’ve already had a phone fuck and know each other pretty damn well by that point. It may or may not involve pics. It all depends. If we hit it off really well, it might lead to a motel. If we need to get it on NOW, we go to whoever has the biggest car and do the high school thing.
It’s all about the adventure of it and it’s great.
Not a bad name, HouseWench, but there may be legal issues, along with people confusing the two, getting fucked when all they wanted was a latte and a muffin, etc.
Let’s meet for coffee and talk it over, though
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XO
Wow, you’ve had good luck then. I can’t tell you how many times we’ve found a couple online at http://www.muah.com, we email back and forth, we IM, exchange pics…only to find that once we meet, the photos were from 10 years and 20 pounds ago.
As far as what people have said about my photos once they’ve met me, they always exclaim that I look way better in person than I do in my photos. They go on about it so much, in fact, that I wonder how horrible I look in my photos!