So I recently (like since Sunday) have been chatting to someone on line who seems seriously lovely. We have spoken every night through Tue -Thursday and briefly this afternoon. Partly the reason for the lack of posts. We live in the same sort of area and go to the same sort of places, anyway we have both engineered to be in the same bar this evening, his girl wont be with him, and as I write this Mr Notsonaughty has declined to come out this evening. I am out with my sister and best mate, (who is bringing her fella and his mate - both friends of Mr Notsonaughty).
I have warned my new Internet friend that discretion is key and I can happily say hi etc, but with the body guards in tow got to be careful. Also of course there is the possibility that I wont fancy him in the flesh and vice versa, so being in a group situation is of a comfort.
But I know me, better than I would like to sometime and I am going have to keep my slutty alter ego under lock and key.
Ever get the feeling things are about to go seriously fucking tits up!
Psycho men and feeling like a Slut
At the moment, I seem to be in some way encouraging psycho behaviour. Do you recall Dazza I mentioned in a previous post, well I did not feel comfortable meeting up with him. Mainly because rather than wanting to take me for a drink in a polite prelude to get into my knickers seemed to be more interested in me watching him going for a piss in the woods. Water sports are really not my game nor is creeping up on strangers in the woods (got to think safety!). Well anyway I told him that, in a much politer way. Since then he is tracking my movements across the Internet, I blocked him on MA so he set up a fake profile in order to send me a message to ask why i have blocked him. "GET A CLUE MAN". It seems to make no difference what i say or how mean I am to him, it just spurs him on. I cant even leave that damn site now, without phoning them and I don't fancy doing that.
Then there was a guy who I exchanged a few slutty emails with and I change my status to something slutty, and he IMs me to rant about how I am cheating on him. Christ on a bike! , we haven't even met I am not looking for relationship and the fact we are both on a site looking for NSA action... who can have a go at who.
The deeper i sink into this world the more I have moments when I am left feeling like a complete slut. Why is that society makes it ok for men to roam around sowing their wild oats but for a woman you carry this shit on your shoulders. This sinking feeling that society is frowning on my/our behaviour. I am usually of the frame of mind of "fuck it". But this afternoon something happened and I was just left feeling like a cheap whore, and cheap is a quality I definitely do not share.
So I was online chatting to Mr Cautious, and we decide to go on cam and have a little fun and as we strip down and watch each other mutually pleasure ourselves. I have to say I love it when Mr Cautious talks dirty in his northern (Yorkshire) accent its so fucking hot I end up imaging I am Lady Chatterley or something ...sorry I am going off the point. So he cums and a tiny bit of small talk oh that was hot, he goes off line. No bye no thanks. So there I was sitting in front of my laptop in my birthday suit, not even really half way near cumming feeling like a complete idiot. I mean Sex workers get paid, and a marvellous job they do to! I dint get paid did I ! So I just felt like a complete slut, used up a like a dirty wank tissue.
Then there was a guy who I exchanged a few slutty emails with and I change my status to something slutty, and he IMs me to rant about how I am cheating on him. Christ on a bike! , we haven't even met I am not looking for relationship and the fact we are both on a site looking for NSA action... who can have a go at who.
The deeper i sink into this world the more I have moments when I am left feeling like a complete slut. Why is that society makes it ok for men to roam around sowing their wild oats but for a woman you carry this shit on your shoulders. This sinking feeling that society is frowning on my/our behaviour. I am usually of the frame of mind of "fuck it". But this afternoon something happened and I was just left feeling like a cheap whore, and cheap is a quality I definitely do not share.
So I was online chatting to Mr Cautious, and we decide to go on cam and have a little fun and as we strip down and watch each other mutually pleasure ourselves. I have to say I love it when Mr Cautious talks dirty in his northern (Yorkshire) accent its so fucking hot I end up imaging I am Lady Chatterley or something ...sorry I am going off the point. So he cums and a tiny bit of small talk oh that was hot, he goes off line. No bye no thanks. So there I was sitting in front of my laptop in my birthday suit, not even really half way near cumming feeling like a complete idiot. I mean Sex workers get paid, and a marvellous job they do to! I dint get paid did I ! So I just felt like a complete slut, used up a like a dirty wank tissue.
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