Moving Can Be Fun Sometimes! Wink, Wink!

The move in date is set... my date dates are set. I get the keys to start a big reno on the new place.  All the appropriate men have arrived to get instructions on their jobs... this one will kiss me; this one will rub my feet, that one will take my clothes off... wrong list.

That big one will rip up the carpets, that tall one is taking care of renovating the kitchen, the small guy (good thing) is doing the bathroom.. This job is going to take over a month.  Nice, I will have lots of time to pack.  As a matter of fact I’m going to throw in a European Vacation in there too. 

I have been seeing/fucking Richard for a month or so at this point.   He is adorable but as a lover very disappointing.  He would never ‘go downtown’...A girl needs her lover to go downtown otherwise he will never be satisfied either because I won’t go there if he won’t.  Seems fair doesn't it ladies? He was so close to ticking all of those proverbial check boxes...but not close enough.  Richard came over on his fateful Saturday night.  I had talked to him and said we needed to talk.  He arrived on time, big points for that, had flowers, OK...dammit. He brought take-out sushi... man he’s killing me here...He had a fresh haircut, a really great shirt and he looked so hot in those jeans.  As always we start with a great hot kiss, his cock is hard as soon as he leans into me.  We move to the living room and get out the food, it’s been weeks since we’ve seen each other and I am so horny now.  Dammit, dammit, dammit!

It’s not right to fuck him then break up...is it? Ladies? Guys?  What I have learned in my many years of being with a lot of men, is men actually have hearts and souls, I had met a few in my past life, and am always surprised how many I’ve met since I started sexploring excessively.  Somewhere along the way I lost my mushy, gushy female feelings.  I’ve been acting like.... well... acting like a man.  Time to take a giant step back, pretend I’m in a Harlequin romance novel and be well behaved and ladylike tonight.  I’ll close my brain off and just enjoy the night with my vanilla lover.  The kissing was great, the foreplay was define, the sushi was awesome.  We did what we usually do and no he would not go downtown, even though I kept pushing his head in that direction.  Short of breaking his neck and fracturing his spine below his ears...he was not bending that low.. Ok..Really? What was the problem... hair? NO, smell? NO? my lack of appreciation? NO1 Not being able to breathe? I was adjusting for that...and he wouldn’t even talk about it.  As usual he finished before I did, as usual he quickly fell asleep.  Man oh man.  There I as hornier than a half fucked fox in a forest fire.  Horny, wet, and wide awake...listening to a man snoring.  Why, why, why did I let him stay?   Suddenly without any warning, my phone went off, it was Brian.  Wow Brian, what great timing.  I was still horny and here was Brian outside of my building wondering what I was doing at that time of night.  What do I do with Richard who is sleeping in my bed?  Let him sleep was my answer. 

I told Brian I could meet him, however a) it was late and I would be in my dressing gown, b) come to apartment across the hall c) don’t ask any questions, just show up, fuck me royally, don’t talk and leave.  He was OK with that :)

I met him at my new apartment, in the middle of ladders, paint, drop sheets; we had our usual incredible sex.  On the hardwood flooring, in the shower, on the new kitchen counter.  It was awesome.. Finally after a night of food, drink, flowers I had had a glorious orgasm or three.  Brain and I were sitting on the kitchen counter when we heard a loud knock on the door.  I pulled my robe on and went to the door.  Richard was in his boxers asking what I was doing ‘over here’.... this was a tough call, honesty would hurt his feelings and serve no purpose... “I am here talking to my son”... god strike me down now.. I am using my children’s name in vain and I am surely going to Hell. Richard understood completely, went back to my bed in the other apartment.  Brian was having a hard time containing himself in the kitchen.  He knew he had been called in as the Pitch Hitter and was feeling pretty cocky... lucky me.  I walked him the door, said ‘good nite and thank you’... he made his satisfied way home and I was left with having to listen to Richard snore in my bed.  I decided to sleep on the couch so I could actually sleep. Richard liked to waken with a blow job...it just wasn’t going to happen.  His day was over with me, I had done everything to talk about what I wanted sexually from him, he never listened to me or simply didn’t want to.  Either way I had to move on to a more sexually compatible lover tomorrow. 

~Jane, truth hurts but well worth every thrust.

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