marielmia

Mariel is MIA
2019-06-11 14:34:41 (UTC)

Yeah. i am. Just not for you.

Dude and i had dinner together last night. All Monday, i had various fantasies on how the night would end. In some, he was heroically abstinent, refusing my subtle and not so subtle hinting that i wanted the D from him. In others, he pursued fiercely, but i held him off, both of us holding each other closely, realizing we both wanted more than a quick fuck. And then, the romantic, that he looks in my eyes, takes my hand and leads me to his room. My body knows my choice right away.

But life is not a dream. Real world ya know. i listened to him for most of dinner, hearing first of the good in his life- his kids, his job, his painting. But eventually, it became this unattractive venting session that tore apart his wife for her infidelity and lamenting that he had no sex life of his own. That i should know he felt ok, justified in paying me for sex. Would i do this and that? How long would i stay. Would i do the things she wouldn't do with him but told him how she enjoyed it with her new lover? His face wasn't soft like it had been. He was angry now. Not scary angry, just avoid me angry. i wasn't the girl from the gym nor the pot smoking chick who came close to giving herself up to his neediness. The usual me would burn that bridge when she got there.

But i think i made a good choice. i took a fifty out of my purse and put it on the table. "i had a lovely time with you this weekend, but now it's late. Have a safe flight tomorrow. And a great life." i walked away, thankful i drove myself. Then the unexpected, but perhaps expected: "Fucking whore!!"
Yeah. i am. just not for you.




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