The last time I saw him was July 20th. It seems ages away when you are used to seeing each other every weekend or every other weekend. It’s bad enough when the masochistic side of me is not fulfilled but now you take away the sex?
Enters a grumpy Gracie.
To avoid biting heads off I decided to make myself extremely busy practically exhausting myself so I didn’t think about this little fact that it would be over a month before seeing him again. Friends would check in on me and even one told me I should “get fucked”.
Enters a very grumpy Gracie.
Fellow women can feel my pain when it comes to actually finding a suitable man to have sex with. We require some basic things: an actual brain that is being used on the regular and can READ. Combing through emails and filtering men out is something I really dread. The disgusted looks on my face, as I read through less than a sentence email to canned emails dished out to anyone. With the use of smart phones just means even less effort is made with pleasantries.
Enters an even grumpier Gracie.
I finally have sex with some random guy. It was not horrible (I’ve had way worse) but it wasn’t mind blowing. It felt more like foreplay for me. I left his place even more unsatisfied. I am not one to have casual sex but that wasn’t worth repeating or even exploring further. It happens.
Enters the grumpiest Gracie.
I am left clawing the walls with weeks ahead of me still and clenching my teeth in anger. Another round of filtering men out and for once this group seems very promising. I actually connect with a few and even have phone sex with them. I’m still in the phase of trying to get our schedules to connect, as it’s tough at this age and with the kinds of jobs we have. Ah, to be young and with more expendable free time. Still not properly fucked but there is future promise.
In the mean time I am counting down to Friday evening where I have made him promise we are not leaving the place till Saturday evening. I am not letting his logical mind take over. No. This is serious. I need earth-shattering orgasms, sweat covered bodies and a plea for more.
I need to feel like me again.
And guys, you know what’s worse than shooting off unwanted cock shots to a woman? Telling her you love to eat pussy. We know you guys want to see tits and pussy and want a girl to suck your cock but that’s not how women work. Use the brains in your head, not the one between your legs.
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