I really don’t want to write this post.
I met ANOTHER man who turned out to be ANOTHER dirtbag.
I’m sort of a little stunned by this turn of events.
Even though it seems to happen all the time now.
We met online and started texting.
I gave him my phone number and we continued to text directly.
He seemed interesting – successful, handsome, South American. . .
Then he sent me some wonky texts, hinting at a BDSM inclination.
So I was direct:
Now, it’s not that I mind BDSM activities. Power exchange can be a lot of fun. But when you lead with that, it makes me think there’s very little behind the façade and I lose interest.
I realized this guy had no long term prospects with me so I decided to play with him a bit.
Yes, I’m not so proud that I did it, but hey, I was lonely and horny and he was there.
We went back and forth with fantasies.
He of course assumed he could top me and so in the end, his final text to me was “I came right in your tight ass.”
Cuz that does absolutely NOTHING for me.
I disappeared pretty quickly once I watched his final video.
“I hate to sext and run but I’m falling asleep.”
And I was.
It was 2 am!
So there you have it. Michelle meets a guy. Guy turns out to be a dirtbag. Michelle uses the guy for sexting and the guy ruins it in the last sentence.
Par for the course, my friends.
Par for the course.