July 19, 2006

This guy was soooo stoked that someone answered his ad.

After a few emails and a phone call, it was decided that I would come over at midday. He was a graduate student, and I had just quit my job.

We decided that I would dress as if I was going for a job interview. I put on a business suit and heels... but no bra or panties.

When I got to his place on Hayes St., it was obvious he didn't live alone. The apartment was decorated too nicely, plus, more obviously, some of the magazines had a woman's name on the address label. He said he lived with his ex-girlfriend. They no longer shared a bedroom, but neither of them could afford to move out...

After my "interview" we went to the bedroom. I had to find some way to convince him to hire me.

I stood facing the bed as he stood behind me. He unbuttoned my jacket and slipped his hands underneath my shirt to play with my nipples. He started licking my neck. It was gross. His tongue was slimy. I had to tell him to stop.

I took off my skirt and laid back on the bed. He dutifully began to lick my pussy. To his credit, he did lick for a long time, but it just wasn't that good. Finally, I pushed his head up and scooted back. He got a condom and put it on his (unremarkable) dick. After a couple of minutes he came. I didn't.

I said, "Well, I'm gonna go." He said, "You don't have to, you can stay, we can do it again." I replied, "I don't think so," and got dressed and left.

When I got home I found an email from him apologizing for being so lame and asking for another chance to please me.

I ignored it. I also ignored the four more progressively begging ones that followed before I blocked all email from his address.