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Six Dicks Ago
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Six Dicks Ago I got a text message this Mon 8/15 at 9:43 pm that said, "Hi I'm in San Fran until Friday. Would be great if you could cum see me." It took me a while even to recall who the texter was. Good thing I'd had him text me face photos since our encounter in May... which I'm sure was at least six dicks ago. I do recall his dick quite well. My curiosity piqued, I'll probably go back and count in this blog how many auditions I've conducted since then. (EDITOR'S NOTE: BPBabe was exactly right in her guess: six new dicks assessed between May 1 and now, mid-August.) "Afterthought much?" next popped in my head. Perhaps a business trip cropped up at the last minute, but I hate when some guy snaps his fingers at me and expects me to jump. The "Snap Texter" used to be known as "Mr. Quietly Confident" whom I met in May in Phoenix while attending the Plush Parties' Spring Fling. (You may read about that party with my Bi Gal Pals in If not chemistry, then what) It's not as if we've kept in close contact or he's asked me to come visit him just to see him. No, he assumed since he was in the same state as I, I would fly right up and do him. Out of curiosity, I did check how much a last-minute round trip flight SBA to SFO would cost: $856! For future reference, in inviting a lady to join a man in a particular city where she does not reside, the Sex Coach-approved approach is to say, "My dear, I would adore to see your shining visage. Please allow me send a chariot to fetch you and bring you cheerfully and stress-free to my hotel room where I will wine and dine you for as long or as short a time as your schedule allows." Snap your fingers at me and I'll snap back. Or simply block you from further contact. By contrast, my experience with Sam of Bend, Oregon, reminds me that I like to have a man who desires to make my life easier and more pleasant. Yes, I am a grown up, (very) independent woman but, man oh man, do I enjoy having someone take some care of me. There's something that happens for women when a man truly desires to make us happy and relieve some of the burden of getting stuff done. We can relax, open, flower and have a lot more to give. Cheerfully. Without resentment. I think I only wrote about how my leave-taking from Sam sucked. What I didn't say is that he spent two days racing around Santa Barbara with me to help me fix all the stuff that annoys me in the studio where I occasionally reside and which I let out to guests, like the Portland couple who came to study Tantra with me. Sam found a good deal on a "Soundbar" for my in-room TV and iPhone sound system. He installed the Soundbar on the wall, recommended and installed an arm for my flat screen TV (freeing up table space), fixed my horrendous electrical cord system, fixed the water leak out on my deck and moved my furniture around to create a feeling of more spaciousness. As I look around at the new, improved space right now, my heart overflows with appreciation for him. My Bi-BFF wrote me the other day that she spent the weekend rescuing her lame-ass ex (for the LAST time). She got home after helping him move his shit out of the home they'd just sold and was so exhausted that her Hunky Boy Toy (new boyfriend with whom she now resides) made her a Margarita and gave her a straw so she didn't even have to lift her head. She and I agreed, "That man's a keeper!" In short, if you want to be more than just another dick to a woman, her happiness needs to matter to you. {=}{=}{=} BiPolyBabe69 |
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 so true make me feel like a queen and i'll make you feel like a king it's so simple really. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Any man worth is worth should know how to properly treat a woman. I agree with you 100%. Bud Always Ready for Fun.
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