How To: “I love blue-eyed men – welcome to a week long sex life”

Welcome to the “How I Do It” series where you can experience the sex life of strangers for 7 days.

Writer contact this week CristobalShe says she likes sadism, domination, cruising, and group activities, describing herself as a “little date.”

He defines his sexuality as “romantic gay but sexually bisexual” and explains that he is happy with the gay label but still sleeps with a woman.

“I didn’t like the idea of ​​sex,” she says. “Mostly due to my physical issues, but as time went on and false confidence took over, I threw a shy to the wind and started sleeping when I was in my twenties.”

Her self-confidence motto is “No one cares about you more than you care about yourself.”

“It sounds like an insult, but it makes me feel like my vulnerability probably isn’t on record with others,” she explains.

Friday

I was finally able to connect with a man named Luke*. I only knew his name on him. I met him online a few weeks ago, but when we try to set up a meeting, we miss each other.

The only sure thing I knew about him was American Horror Story: Apocalypse, the love child of Kurt Cobain and Michael Langdon, walked around with long, curly blonde hair. Absolutely my kind of role.

I checked in as soon as I got to the hotel room. After 3 hours and 3 orgasms (2 times for him and 1 time for me), I was relieved to find out he was my type.

That night, I got together with my friends and danced at the club to see how many drinks I could get on my Instagram account.

Saturday

Did I spend most of the day in bed? Essentially it meant sexting and jerking off on Grindr, blocking as soon as post-nut transparency arrived.

When I said my name “now” online, I knew I wanted to hook up, but I was unlikely to date someone for 20 minutes in the middle of a hangover.

He wanted to pay attention to him, but he was satisfied with him.

After all, I had a drink with my old friend and his partner and started heading home around 1am.

Grindr surprised me again and I started chatting with someone not far away. Knowing that he was drunk and couldn’t enjoy the insertion, he texted her for about 10 minutes out of boredom and excitedly told her that they should meet up someday.

I happened to be on my way home, so I thought “f**k” and met him. Forgetting the stupidity of drunks, she said that he could come back to me. That meant the road back after that was full of dirty stories that I barely managed to register.

I really didn’t intend to take it back to where I lived, so I was able to verbally retrieve it.
alley.

He still wanted to come back to me after I was done, and I think with some vague beliefs he was still trying to wet his d**k.. But I gave up due to a sudden “headache”.

His face was that of an angry horned teenager who suddenly noticed a parental lock on Wi-Fi, but I went home immediately.

Sunday

I had a night more pleasant than sex, better than a blue-eyed man.

I watched the entire season 10 of Gordon Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmare.

Monday

On Monday I also saw him drinking peso with cheap vodka of the night. I checked the phone from time to time and deleted the message. As the alcohol entered my system, I gradually became sensitive to people’s progress.

Not enough to know someone, there is no god, but they didn’t need to know. I joked that I’d sit on the lap of a bartender who gave me a free drink, and then I said, “Sit as long as you want.”

I said I was married, so I politely declined (I’m not) and had a drink. Over time, I talked to some guys online and flirted with them, although I knew enough that he was busy at night.

I exchanged a few cheesy texts and more cheesy photos and then “Oh, I’ll have to meet up like I do now. Can’t I get away for a while?” My strange refusal to please men felt my interest satisfied.

He replied, “No, sorry, but I’ll try!” And he hung out into the night, trying to lift the devil’s tequila off the bartender’s lap.

Tuesday

Tuesday was a pretty modest night when I started chatting with a very nice guy.

A decent conversation from a pretty cute guy with messy hair and piercings was just the tonic I needed to wash away the utter fantasy I was offering to others all week.

I never cover sexual things other than basic tastes, but the general tone was calm, so let’s see what happens.

Wednesday

You know the guy you like in your back pocket, but isn’t that enough to commit to something stable?

So my head on Wednesday night was given the typical “Hey, what are you doing?” The text that we all perceive as a male pattern begins with a 10-minute bad joke, followed by one of the worst sex talks we’ve ever seen.

I was bored so I was curled up on my bed playing video games but I decided to sneak out of the shower and follow him. The usual “Oh, without me?” and “I wish I was there.”

He tasted bad, but I enjoyed talking to him because he was so much fun.

About 40 minutes later, she demanded to be naked more than 10 times. Unbeknownst to her, she was dusting off food while he was out shopping.

I stopped offering him the video of his choice and he jumped on it and asked me to film myself masturbating with a full length mirror.

I charged the phone and answered “I’m out” with some gestures before going to bed for the night: how long leaving her to maintain her orgasm for God’s sake, I know.

Thursday

Tuesday’s romance ended on Thursday. Knowing that he had moved to Lisbon, he wasn’t interested in starting something romantic in that case.

I romantically returned from the table to go shopping and joked with the animals in the cage. “Now” is my username again. I wanted at best but appreciated the influx of people trying to get down.

I think that sexual ideas and empowerment are much more attractive than reality.

I think there’s a sadistic aspect that I’m not fully into in some way, but I’m sure the flirt wants to get together to try something new, so I’ll reveal it. I have no intention. And we all know what it will be for me.

*The name has changed.

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