Taming of a shrew

The trouble with having completely non-commital flings is that if you're free to see as many new and different people as you wish, so are they.

Since my last tryst with Trent, I've spotted two different girls on his arm when we've run into each other. And Chris has been hinting at wanting a reunion, but hasn't been able to find an appropriate time away from his sweetheart. Wang has another on-again, off-again fuck buddy besides me, and I won't even start with Shyler.

So where does that leave a girl?

Sex aside, sometimes all I want is some good old fashioned companionship. Maybe it's time I pulled out the 'good girl' act. A friend of mine once told me, "if you want a good guy, you're gonna have to act like a good girl."

Which makes enough sense, fair enough. Although it's a concept that horrifies and saddens me all at once.

What if I'm just not the 'if you want me, you'll wait', legs-crossed-tight kind of girl? What if I really just am the 'I know I'll do you senseless anyway, so why not now?' type. Most men lie and cheat on the good girls with the bad girls anyway, the main difference being that the good girls get introduced to parents and believe their loving boyfriends are are really just out having a drink with the guys.

And yet, the truth is such a burden. It turns you off the romantic ideal which you've always held as desirable. But given the number of attached men who've been involved with me or who've tried, something has seriously got to give.

It'd be easy to decide that since men cheat so freely, the most logical thing to do would be to find a guy to be 'with', and freely cheat as well. But I would like to believe that if I ever did find that magical man who would want me for the nice, decent, bring-to-mummy sweetie pie that I'm not, I would have enough respect for him to pass up an opportunity with any of my above-mentioned on-off flings.

Naive, no...?

Well maybe there's hope for me yet... perhaps I'm not that much of a bad girl after all eh.

Absence makes the *bleep* grow tighter

"You're damn tight now" he panted as he withdrew for a momentary time-out, catching his breath.

"Well, I haven't been doing you for some time now." I reasoned.

Wang. The one with the memorable member.

Fortunately, he enjoys giving head as much as I enjoy receiving it from him and is inclined to suddenly pulling it out to go back down the instant he feels me starting to chaffe.

Which can happen a lot with this one. I usually have to tell him when I've had enough and can't go on anymore for fear that I won't be able to walk, and this was no exception. Even riding him was challenging: I had to control my movements above him and not rest my weight completely on his hips because I simply couldn't accomodate all of him.

But it was good to remind my body what a proper pounding feels like. We all need a little meat-tenderising once in a while. And I sure do feel tender now...

Someday I'll be Saturday night

It's a short week as it is, but the weekend just won't arrive fast enough.

And I need the weekend to hurry and come so I can go out and find a new boy to pull. I say 'boy' because these days I find myself surrounded with what looks to be practical children partying around me in the clubs. And so to keep up with the times, I've lowered my acceptable age limits. Anything that begins with the digit '2' is fair game.

The only iffy thing about messing with little boys is their tendency to get clingy. I still refuse to give my private mobile number to the 21 year old whose acquaintance I made recently. He may have a body like Adonis but I find his open affection slightly overwhelming.

"Don't worry, I'll call you." I find myself telling him, much like how men used to chime back then before women became the hunters. And rejection as they say, really is the greatest aphrodisiac.

Because it could be the fact that this is the youngest member of the opposite sex that I've ever played with, but the more distance at which I keep him, the more insistant his requests to see me.

And it's the reason I need to go out and find myself a new hapless post-adolescent. This one's become far too fixated for me to risk seeing again.

Pity though.

And it's only bloody Tuesday!