Part 3 of Too Many Dudes. She joined me in the kitchen. She looked exotic and sexy as a hothouse flower, quietly outshining her rat-hole apartment. I looked her up and down slowly, drinking her beauty in. “What?” She asked defensively. “You’re beautiful.” Raw magnetic energy pulsed between us. “Can I kiss you?” “Uhuh…” Her [...]
That Kiss
When I was in High School I was very involved with the gay community: the GSA was my social life, I was in the Governors Commission for gay & lesbian youth, etc…but over the years of living on the streets & then raising children, I lost touch with the gay community. At first it didn’t [...]
Meet Rod
So this is the post that ends my chances with my high femme-only stud and butch readers. And maybe some femmes. Oh well. You see, I’ve had this problem with studs and butches I’ve dated in the past: once they take their eyes off of my breasts (usually after we’ve had sex, my D-Cups are [...]
Attack of the Aggressive Femme
I was dancing by myself in an alcove when she approached me. She had a smile on her face and trouble in her eyes as she rubbed her ample bosom against mine on the dance floor. We fell into step together. She turned around, pressing her juicy booty against me. I thrust my hips into [...]
The Bug
So I’m reading all these blogs about happy married couples, and I’ve really got the bug! I keep reading about women getting rings–birthday rings, engagement rings–and it occurs to me that no one I’ve dated has ever bought me anything–well, my last girl bought me a box of girlscout cookies, and paid for drinks and [...]
P-Town Adventures Part 1: Bad Omens
The first sign that everything was not going down as the idealic weekend I envisioned came Thursday Morning: as I was trying to choose a necklace to match my black, gold and blue shirt–not one, but three of them broke as I tried them on! I finally put on the studiest necklace that I owned–which [...]
Hot Salsa Mess Part 1
The night was off to a bad start when I turned around to see my ex, the stone stud Mena. The one I told to “lose my number.” (But I kept hers–I want to know who she is if she calls me again) “Oh, hi.” I said, warmly and without thinking, “I haven’t seen you [...]
Just Call Me Goldilocks
So a couple of years ago I came out of a ten year pussy-fast (punctuated by random kissings by women in front of their boyfriends) to pull a beautiful femme out of the closet. Unfortunately, things went downhill from there as we argued about everything from the proper procedure for renting a movie, to whether [...]
Speed Dating & Dancing Part 2: Dancing
Start the night at the beginning. When the speed dating was over we wrote little notes to the people we wanted to follow-up with. I wrote notes out to my first two dates and a few other women who I wanted as friends. After some awkward “mingle bingo” a game where you wander around asking [...]
Crossed Wires
So although I’ve described a number of recent dates, or meetings with women, I haven’t always given you the follow up: the text argument that insured no follow-up to my Hot Date, the painful back and forth with the ex of the cutie dreddy woman in Second Chances and Just a Drink that resulted in [...]
