I used to spend hours at the gym every night. And do you know what I had time for with that
lifestyle? No one! My life revolved around keeping those two
hours set aside for the gym every night.
It’s fun. But honestly when I
live my life with a partner, I want my life to be about myself and my partner
together.
My ex and I used to go to the gym together. And he’d watch t.v. and laugh. Hang with his pals and show off. Really, it was not any bit considered quality
time. If anything it made me miss him more because our time was more spent
apart in site of each other than together.
So, to all those assholes who feel the need to emphasize a
girl’s ability to ‘take care of herself’ on their profile… all they are truly
looking for is a girl with a high metabolism.
And all I can think is ‘good fucking luck’ because in the good ole’ U.
S. of A. girls with hips are more in abundance.
To add to my boredom on the dating scene I recently ran into
the sexiest situation I’ve endured in YEARS!!
Yes, my friends, years! I posted
some panties and a matching bra to sell online.
This stuff was new with tags and had zero sexuality added to the sales
pitch. I just wanted to make a few bucks
off of something I will never wear. Simply.
But I received a message back from someone asking what else
I might have available. I mentioned the
numerous other pairs of panties I have, with tags. They pushed further saying clearly I had some
style and the natural curves to fill the panties I was selling, but wondered
what used items I had. Finding this
rather curious, I acknowledged and offered some of the soon-to-be-tossed
panties I have in the back of my drawer.
He then admitted his gender… admitted his interest in these
newly mentioned items… and the desire not only to purchase them but to have
them freshly worn upon purchase. I was
totally skeeved out! But given my
current financial situation I bit the bullet and decided to play along.
He mentioned a lap dance, getting closer, watching me remove
these panties, etc. Okay, ya’ll know I’m
not a damn church choir girl here. I’ve
been naughty. This shit is just about
right up my alley, but I don’t know this dick from Adam. I don’t know how old he is… what he REALLY
wants to do to me… how far he is willing to go, etc.
My mom points out the obvious… that this is a cop and I’m
setting my ass up to get placed in jail.
Dually noted, but seriously, I was just trying to sell a brand new pair
of unworn panties, I didn’t ask for any of this shit!! And I’d happily cry
entrapment should it come down to it.
We chat playfully back and forth. As much as I’m becoming turned on by this
entire idea, I’m also confused by his disinterest in texting me. I’m thinking he has got to be married. Fair enough, I think, as long as he doesn’t
touch me… I can live with myself. I
avoid his every attempt to get closer or see a little more from me. Following some due diligence. I set up a safe exchange location. I tell a coworker where I will be. I even gave her his phone number should I disappear
mid-exchange. I was ready for almost anything. Except… that!!!
He was fucking gorgeous!
He met me with a glowing smile.
If I wasn’t already in heat from knowing what was going down his eyes
added to it. He was sweet as hell… kind,
careful, and sexy. It was a delicious
encounter. I had already set all the
ground rules… he couldn’t touch me, and we absolutely would not be somewhere
alone. I’d all but screwed myself out
of this charming encounter. Damn me!!!
And just as satisfying were his thoughts of me. How beautiful, smart, sexy, and fun. Argh.
Damn intelligence, due diligence, and safety!!! I wanted him, instantly!
We texted… all… day!
He had me… all that he wanted me, he could have me. But suddenly he was smarter… he knew better
and he wasn’t giving in. He knew I’d
fall like a sinker for him. So I keep
wondering… why can’t hot, curve-loving men like this one be on the damn dating
sites? Why do all these sexy 30 year old
men think they are too damaged? Fuck that baby, I know damage and it is not
anywhere near him.
Suddenly the standard dating site is ten times more boring. Blah!!! Booooo-rrrr-iiinng asshole... they all are compared to Mr. Wants-My-Panties. And since then he has been stuck in my head. I just keep wishing I hadn’t been so
safe. I’m also looking further into this
worn-panty selling business. I joined a
site. We shall see how this goes. Anyone have any advice, on either front?
