We ended up going for drinks and walking around Williamsburg, where we ended up at his place. I was beyond horny at that point and needed him to put me out of my misery, and...he didn't.
It was terrible.
From start to finish, it was horrid.
During sex, I thought about Tat, how badly I wanted him, and how I wished it was him instead.
It was so bad that I faked orgasms just so he would stop, and of course he knew I was faking and called me on it. I ended up lying through my teeth but he didn't believe me. He wasn't a bad date, but he was so self- depreciating it was annoying. I had to constantly reassure him about his dick size(he would make jokes about how small his dick was), how pale he was, and how no one wanted to be in a relationship with him.
I needed an anti-depressant by the end of the night.
That whole experience made me appreciate Tat even more. For the longest time I was looking for ways to cut him off for stupid reasons, but after Stoner Tom, it made me appreciate his skills and what he does to me in the bedroom.
When I was going down on Stoner Tom, he was quiet, so quiet and it made me tense because I didn't know if he was enjoying it or not. On Wednesday night, when I was going down on Tat, the man could barely keep his mouth shut, I mean he was LOUD, he would groan, throw his head back and moan while telling me how amazing I was, and that?
made *me* feel good and made me even hotter.
So am I going to be looking for other back-ups? Yes.
I am going to be looking for them now? No.
I rather enjoy Tat while he's here and try to find someone else once he moves back to Chicago.
I'm going to ride that pony until the wheels fall off!
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