Last night I had an unexpected surprise. One of my lesbian friends has been trying to hook me up and the woman called me last night. Was in my neighborhood and at my door in ten minutes. Happened quickly. I realized early on that it was not going to be a good fit for me. She wasn't that cute and was a pretty militant lesbian. I was going to dismiss her but then Daddy and I got into an argument and he got dismissive with me, called me an ass. What the fuck, why not? No reason I can't cum tonight too.
I took her to a neighborhood bar where there is live music. Amazing R&B bands and the entire place gets packed and thumping. We had a great time, drank....smoked (yup, I'm going to be in trouble for that.) I brought her back to my place and grudge fucked her. Didn't break in the Feeldoe, just wasn't feeling like I wanted to try to figure that shit out. Just lots of kissing and rubbing. She went down on me and got me to squirt. God that feels so fucking good! I haven't squirted in a while. I got off a few times, got her off. In the end it was grossly unsatisfying. Just sex. I won't see her again, really didn't care for her as a person. Plus she lives in Long Beach.
This morning I feel like crap, was out too late, too many cigs and I am hacking up a lung and a mild hangover. Got her out of here a couple of hours ago. Gong to yoga then have a shitload of housework to do. Supposed to see Daddy tonight, not sure if he will come over because I smoked last night. That was our deal. He may make an exception because I was lezzing out which he is encouraging. Hey, she was smoking and tasted gross! It helped overcome that barrier. Can't believe anyone ever kissed me the many years I smoked. Yuck.
Still feeling a bit Cinderella-esque today. My bed might as well have been empty. Very hollow experience.
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