Posts tagged Jeff
I started talking to a guy named Greg around the middle of January. We met on yahoo messenger. I had sworn I wouldn’t do that anymore, but we had chatted quite a bit and we have a great deal of things in common. In addition, we are very attracted to one another. He asked me out on a date a couple days before I recorded Jeff masturbating. I accepted and I was looking forward to it.
We spoke everyday after that. We decided to go out on our first date the weekend after the Super Bowl because he had his son the weekend of the Super Bowl. We continued speaking everyday and the night before the Super Bowl he asked me if he could come down the next day after he dropped his son off at his mother’s apartment. He said he couldn’t wait another week to see me. I thought that was sweet and I was anxious to meet him in person as well. He lives about two hours away, in McAlester.
After my day at the salon I was feeling good. When I got home I was bored so I got online and started writing about my day. I signed on to yahoo and saw that Jeff was online. The last time we spoke I told him that I never wanted him in my life again.
I was looking damn good so I decided to message him. I wanted to show him what he would never have again. Maybe it was a bitch thing to do, but you what? I don’t give a flying rat’s ass. ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’
He was a bit surprised that I messaged him, but I told him he could thank bipolar disorder for changing my mind. He bought it. We talked for a few minutes and he wanted to see my cam. We exchanged cams. He did all but drool when he saw me. The compliments were flying like an eagle through the sky.
I didn’t show him anything except shoulders up, but apparently memories of my bedroom talents started flowing because he became rock hard. He showed me. I asked him to get naked. *cue evil laughter*
Sonofabitch! I swear the fucker can read my mind or something. Here I was, sitting here minding my own business and all of a sudden a thought of Jeff intruded my mind and not even a minute later he signed on yahoo.
The last time I thought of him after not seeing him a few weeks he messaged me less than a minute after the thought passed. That night ended up causing his exile from my life. I included a transcript of the conversation in a previous post. Which is here.
The night after my last entry about Jeff he messaged me on yahoo. I went off on him for standing me up. I haven’t previously posted that conversation, but I might as well. I was bit of a bitch to him, but I was very angry and the shithead deserved my wrath.
I went invisible shortly after he signed on. I didn’t want to chance him messaging me. I don’t want to give him the chance to suck me back in. Since I’m not as mad at him, it wouldn’t be impossible to do. I think I should put him on my iggy list while I still have the strength.
A few days after Jeff and I called it quits last month Patrick had called me to let me know that he and his ex-wife were trying to work things out. I didn’t really care. Patrick and I had only been ‘seeing’ each other for about two weeks.
Well, yesterday morning, a few minutes after I woke up there was a knock at my door. It sounded like a Jonathan knock so I was a little scared. I made Dudney answer it. He came to the bathroom and told me it was some guy wearing an exterminator uniform and he asking for me. I told Dudney to find out who it was. He came back and told me it was Patrick.
I was quite surprised. I hadn’t thought about him since about two minutes after he told me he was getting back together with his ex. I invited him in, but I made sure Dudney was in the same room as us.
He was telling me how he couldn’t stop thinking about me and that he had stopped by several times but no one ever answered the door. I was skeptical. I heard a similar song and dance from Jeff a couple weeks prior.
We talked about his ex. He told me they were still trying to work things out, but it wasn’t going very well and that they still hadn’t had sex. He said that the last person he had slept with was me. Ah ha, the true reason for his visit had emerged. The shithead was looking for a piece of ass.
These men have some nerve, I tell you what. I flat out told him that I wasn’t acting out sexually any longer. He used to be a mental health counselor and he knows that I’m bipolar. He automatically jumped to the conclusion that I was in a depressive episode, just because I didn’t fall on my back with my legs in the air.
I told him I needed to take a shower and stuff. I figured he would leave. However, he was still waiting on me when I got out. A few minutes later his phone rang. It was his job, they were wondering where he was. He told me he had to leave.
I walked him to the door and he wanted me to come out on the porch so we would be out of Dudney’s earshot. I acquiesced. He began spitting game. I wasn’t buying it for a second, but I let him think I was. He was telling me how much he wanted me and blah, blah, blah.
I noticed his fly was down and I told him. I’ll be damned if the fucker didn’t whip his cock out on my front porch and start stroking it. WTF?!?
One of my weaknesses is that I like to see a man pleasure himself. After a couple minutes of watching him I became slightly aroused. Damn my hormones. He could tell I was starting to enjoy the show and he invited me to touch it and I’ll be damned if I didn’t do it. I had reached out and touched it before I really even knew what I was doing. Oh well, what’s done is done.
He asked me if he could come back after he was finished working. I told him that he could.
He started sending me naughty text messages as soon as he left. He came back over after he finished work for the day and we fucked like rabbits. Shame on me.
I swore off sex back on November 27th1, when Jeff and I decided to stop seeing each other. We had also agreed to break off ties because he was afraid I would tempt him to keep having sex. Apparently, he finds me irresistible.
I missed him a bit which I wrote about in an earlier post2
I lasted until Christmas Eve. Stephen3 came home for Christmas. He had been eager to see me and considering that he is going to Iraq very soon I felt like it was my civic duty to have sex with him. That wasn’t the only reason, however.
I was supposed to have a ‘date’ with Jeff that night, but the asshole stood me up. Stephen had been calling since he got back to town and he happened to text message me after I realized Jeff was standing me up. So I invited him over.
I had very little desire to have sex in a month, but after sex with Stephen I remembered why I enjoy sex so much. I began to miss it a little. I still do not intend to go let my wild sexual behavior take over my life again.