Pretty Boy...Again?

As surprised as I was...I was even more suspicious. At about 10:20 this morning my phone went off. I assumed it was work, but it was Pretty Boy. After four days of what I can only assume was pouting, he sends me a message.

pb: Hey stranger

What am I to make of this? He starts to feel me out. What am I up to? Do I have any plans today? I don't, but I really don't have any interest in planning anything with him either. He finally asks:

pb: Do you want to play?

I think about it. I wait. I think, what the hell. I'll tell him to come to me. I don't expect him to, given his track record. But I have no plans and I'm just doing laundry anyway. If he does show up, meh. I may or may not choose to play with him. Depends on how I feel. He tells me that he will take a shower and be right over. At 11:30 I get a message that he hasn't left yet, he's waiting for someone to drop by his house and then he'll be on his way. Sure. I'm holding my breath. By about 3:15, he hasn't arrived. I send him a message that I am tired of playing his silly games. I tell him to lose my phone number. At this point his number will stay in my phone purely for the purposes of identification. His messages will not be returned. He didn't really inconvenience me, I had no plans for the afternoon. I just have no interest in someone who constantly tells me they're going to do something and then never follows through. And then beyond that gives no apology or explanation - that is, until they want something else from you. No matter. He's no idea how much he's harmed his own reputation in the process. He'll learn soon enough.

Pretty Boy shows his hand

I find myself rather tired and irritable this morning. I think MisstressM is going to be a bit disappointed. I contacted her on Tuesday and she is hoping for a much more interesting post. *sigh* It's not to be, dear heart.

Pretty boy sent me a text message at around 10:30 on Tuesday morning.

pb: "Can u stop by my house in the morning? in "*****"

MsF: "I'd love to but I have made other plans. I'm not available."

pb: "ok then after that"

MsF: "Might be able to. What do you need?"

pb: "whatever you want to do... maybe a blow job... maybe hot sex... whaevea"

I was amused at the nerve of this boy. He thinks after his treatment of me that I would seriously consider coming to HIM? Actually I did consider it. MisstressM pointed out that we both knew this would be a booty call and as long as I was aware of that... I had to laugh. I mean, this boy is not suited for anything more for me. He can't be trusted and has not shown himself to be about anything but what pussy he can score next. Certainly not a man of substance. But the more I thought about it, the less attractive he became to me. What he sent next clinched the deal.

pb: "So what do you think about 2morrow?"

MsF: "What about it?"

pb: "what about to get me off?"

Ahhhhh. So that's it. This is about how to get YOU off? When I pointed that out, he accused me of being "difficult". He was just trying to "have a little fun" with me. No, my boy, you were probably being quite honest. I thought about it for a long, long time. I decided not to call him and just go about my way. It has always been my opinion that if sex is not going to be good for me, it's not worth my time. I'm not about to put myself out there to impress YOU. Over the period of time I was away in the last couple of days, I'd fleshed out the possible source of the "bisexual" rumors about him. Probably unfounded, but the source is most-likely and ex-girlfriend of his. She's someone I know quite well and I'm not exactly eager to follow up on her sloppy seconds. Up to this point I had not been aware of their relationship.

On the upside I did a little shopping. It was overwhelmingly successful for the internet - everything fit PERFECTLY. I bought this coat in black. It fits like it was tailored for me. Very hot:



And these boots:



I think I'll do a little more shopping. It's going so well, it might bring my spirits up.

Mothers, hide your sons

The above picture (that I must admit I robbed from another blogger because it was just so beautiful) is for MisstressM... Does that answer the age-old question? I'd like to fantasize that there are rolling green hills somewhere where young men such as this roam free, looking for warm women to bend over.

This Mistress, however, believes the Universe is conspiring against her. I have been thwarted at every turn and I must admit that I am quite amused by it all. I've decided that instead of looking at my lack of sex as a challenge, I am going to look on it as a opportunity. I've mellowed, but a partner right now would distill whatever it is I'm exuding. I have to be giving off pheromones. A partner right now might sate my desires and dilute my ability to attract. I think I'll use that to my advantage while my three simmer.

Pretty Boy has been placed in limbo. I have gotten information that he is quite unreliable. Apparently he fancies himself quite the player. He is in the habit of making dates and breaking them, or just not showing up. A friend of mine, of course not knowing that I had any idea of even who he was, remarked that he was *gasp* rumoured to be "BISEXUAL"! Oh, joy of joys! It's not something he would have ever have admitted to me. In the context of BDSM, it is quite and intriguing concept for me. I've never had the opportunity to play with someone who is interested in both sexes. I must admit it is a thought... However, the fact that he is such a pain in the ass makes the whole situation more trouble than it's worth. I did contact him and made it clear that his game was over and that he already had quite the reputation. The man (term used loosely of course) was confused. He is ignorant of the far reach of the sisterhood. Something tells me he may always be ignorant.

The Prig is still elusive. I am not so interested that I will chase that far. If an opportunity presents itself, I may take it.

The Colonel will come in time. Right now it is a matter of timing than anything. Not his fault.

We'll see where the week takes us...

Disappointment

Pretty Boy is over an hour late. He just texted that he is just now getting out of the shower and will call in a minute. I have a good mind to meet him at the door in a pair of latex boots, thigh-high stockings and wielding a riding crop or my brand new one-inch-thick olive-wood paddle. I'm afraid I might scare the poor young thing. I told him that I am waiting and getting VERY impatient. I am not happy with Pretty Boy's lack of punctuality. He will be punished. I will have to be careful though, he's not accustomed to my particular brand of discipline. Baby steps... I will try to get photos.

More later.

UPDATE: Pretty Boy is on the verge of being fired. I am growing tired of his antics. There is something fishy going on there.

I have tentative plans with The Colonel on Monday. I am otherwise engaged with other (read ordinary) pursuits this weekend. I may be spending some time with the female end of the couple on Saturday. It's time to draw her out of that shell. As for The Prig, he remains elusive. He does hold himself in high esteem. Maybe it's time to put him back in his place. It would have been fairly easy with Pretty Boy on my arm. Hmmm. Time to find a replacement for Pretty Boy.

Tic toc, it's getting late. I look forward to a rousing start to the work week next week. The Colonel is practically salivating.

Mistress in heat

Lately I have been in need. SERIOUS need. And I am on the hunt. Let me tell you what I have found, because this Mistress never settles for just one stallion in the stable. Usually it takes more than one man to satisfy whatever carnal lusts I have need to satisfy. And indeed, it's been a LONG, LONG time.

Pretty Boy: MisstressM and I have discussed this one. I am not interested in dating this young man. He is for carnal pleasures only. He is a personal trainer. He is large everywhere, arms, legs and chest. His ass is rock hard and his nipples are pierced. I have had the pleasure of kissing him and playing with his cock for a short time. He is young and has only had the pleasure of being with young, impressionable and very naive women. By his own admission he has never been with anyone like me. He is somewhat aware of what I do, but not completely educated. He's curious, which is attractive to me. I am very strongly attracted to him but have so far been successful in not jumping on him. It may take him years to understand (if ever) that most of the pleasure I will take in him will be in touching him. He will think that I will be giving him pleasure when in fact it is my own. He does have the body of an Adonis. He says he will be here tomorrow at 11am to spend the day with me. We will see. So far he has not been the most reliable.

The Prig: Overinflated sense of Ego, but a more mature man. He has more experience (far more) with women and knows exactly what and who I am. He is not interested in playing in the "Mistress/slave or Dominant/submissive" sense. He is dominant in his own right, but adventurous. He's open to alot of things, but very clear about what he won't do. There are still quite few things he's hung up on. He's a bit of a Peter Pan. Doesn't want to really settle down, doesn't really want a life partner. Just wants to play around. Uncatchable. That's ok. I don't want to catch him. He seems like someone worthy of the time. Someone who would be worth the effort.

The Colonel: Ah. Sexy and a real man. Not at all tuned in to what I am. He is raw and unbridled. Someone I've found attractive for a while. Great sense of humor. He seems to be a man starving. Someone who has been denied the small pleasures in life. This is a man who has dated women who will not even give him the small pleasure of fellatio. Ah, poor soul. He is in for quite a surprise, isn't he? Easy to please...

And I've met a couple... She likes to kiss girls. As you know I am not bisexual or even bicurious. I will never say never, it's just not my thing. She's not really interested in much more, but she's pretty up front. She does, however, like to watch. He is attractive and a very nice guy. She feels very submissive to him, but I do not. He would like her to be a little more aggressive. I'd love to see her come out of her shell a bit. She's cute, creative and fun. We'll have to see how this shapes up!

Hello again, Mr. Murphy.

Mr. Murphy has seen fit to send The Scot my way as foreseen. I am sure this is not the last I have seen of him. He would be an undeniable match for me if things were different. I would have to step aside and make room for him. But I cannot allow him to have any power in my life. And there it is.

I am not used to denying myself sex. I just don't see the point. But at this point in my life I am now used to being the one in charge of procuring it as well. I am not used to being "worked over" shall we say. And finding myself the unwitting pawn in someone's little game has left me...disoriented. It seems that I've left myself a bit unprotected. Let's make sure that doesn't happen again, shall we? I am no longer accustomed to being prey. Let's leave that to the uninitiated twenty-somethings who think that every man who says "I love you" actually means it. Or that we mean it when we say it was well.

In unrelated news: One of my associates recently told me that he and his wife had recently separated. I felt a bit bad since I had been giving him a hard time in front of her not too long before. Before this revelation, I was riding with them in their mini-van and noticed a book on the floor. One of those self-help marital guides and thought "uh-oh...", but blew it off. His next words to me were "So what are YOU doing later?" When I turned him down he admitted that they were "working on it" and that it looked like it would work out. Seems she's been "dating" a coworker. I don't think there's much hope it's going to work out at this point.

*sigh* I MUST see the surgeon about having this married-man magnet removed from my person.

Murphy lives

I know I've been largely absent lately. It's been very busy here. I was more or less forced to spend a large amount of money recently and haven't really looked back. I replaced my ageing car with a vehicle that very much reflects my personality. I've been putting off the inevitable for some time in the hopes that I would have a larger amount of money saved. So be it. The time was right and I have a predisposition to believing in such things. The new car is fast, sleek and just so "me" that I can't help but just stand back and marvel at it. I knew it would be mine as soon as I laid eyes on it. My old vehicle had been paid off quite a while ago so it really is a pain to have a car payment again.

I also decided to replace my ancient (by my computer scientist brother's standards) computer. So now I find myself in a lightning-fast world where my old computer had me in a much slower pace. I'm loving it, of course. I haven't put all of the chat software back on and I'm not sure I'm going to. I've hit yet another one of my reflective snags.

I was out of town last week and had a ridiculously busy schedule that left me exhausted. There was very little sleep, I did not take my vitamins regularly and ate very few real meals. And upon returning and going back to work, I left immediately for a funeral. A woman who shares my occupation died horribly in an entirely avoidable accident. This week I have tried to slow down and get back into my routine. I find I need that more and more. I also noted that I passed a rather notable anniversary last month. And here we segue into the next topic...

It has been over a year since I have had sex with a man. Now I was worried that the week I was out of town would present itself with some interesting, but verboten, possibilities. And it did. Truly. But I behaved myself. My navigator was an attractive gentleman, but I kept my hands off. My next door neighbor, two weeks from finalizing his divorce was also hands off. I believe no man when he cooks up a story. I was absolutely convinced my switch was permanently in the "OFF" position. Then I met "HIM". Good god. I saw him and for some reason I wanted to talk to him immediately. And boy can I pick them. He lives a hundred miles away. He is even more verboten than any of the others... And I cannot get him off of my mind. I wish that I could say that I will take this opportuniity to relish the uncomfortable feeling of want. But What I want and need to do is forget him immediately. And of course what this means is that this man, who I have never met before, will be thrown into my path again and again in my future. How do I know this? Because we met Wednesday night for the first time, and then were assigned to each other all day Saturday at the funeral. We have friends/coworkers (no difference there) in common.

There once was this man named Murphy and he penned this law...