Let Them Bleed

Late last year I went on a slutty binge where I had sex with quite a few people. Not at the same time unfortunately, but it was quite a lot of sex by my standards.

Although I do different things with these guys, I am consistent in letting them know that I need to plan these hook ups and that it can only be done on the weekends. I don’t think it’s too much to ask since I am a working girl and I want to make sure things are clean when we meet up.

On Tuesday “Ezra” texts me to hook up. He fucked me pretty good the one time we hook up and ended up cumming on my face. So since then we’ve been trying to meet up but couldn’t make it work. Either it was a weekday, I already had a hookup scheduled, I went on vacay, I was out with Madd.

I told him I couldn’t do it on Tuesday, but he could come over today. And then I sent the puppy-eyed sad face emoji. “Ezra’s” response:

U obviously don’t wanna meet. No one reply like that if he’s interested

I didn’t respond to that because, excuse me? I have my life I have to get through, and while sex is great it’s not my highest priority. Like Tori Amos sang in “Precious Things”: So you can make me cum, that doesn’t make you Jesus.