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GayDood
2003-01-29 19:29:06 (UTC)

Leave My Sword Alone

The "Christmas Shag" rides again!
We can call him the Shagster for short.

Alright, on with the show...I got an e-mail only a few
minutes ago from the Shagster, wondering where I've been
and how I am doing. So, I reply about how the renovations
at work are exhausting, and how I've been busy making wings
and swords.
He e-mails me back, asking when the two of us are going to
get together to 'unsheath OUR swords again'...

...

Okay, now call me crazy, but I have this distinct feeling
that he didn't really care how I was doing ,that it was all
idle banter meant to sound like sincerity, when all he
thinks of is getting a piece of ass.
I'm betting I'm right.

I'm tired of this crap. I'm tired of being a wet dream.
I'm tired of guys wanting me to be their personal sex
puppy. REAL tired.
Now, don't misunderstand...I absolutely love sex more than
the average guy, and can last through more orgasms too
(sorry to toot my own horn, so to speak), but does that
mean that's all I'm good for???
Shit! I really HOPE not!

And besides, the Shagster has the personality of an
unflavored rice cake. Except he's a rice cake with a big
dick. That's it...and I think it's also unfair that I use
him for sex, but he seems to be okay with the concept.
Sometimes, I have been.
Right now? I'm not.

Bad timing, Shagster, bad timing. I'm over here dreaming
of my prince to ride up on his valiant steed and take me
into his arms, and here you are e-mailing me like some
dirty highway bandit that will use me and lose me.
Sorry, man...but I'm waiting for the prince this time.




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