Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Week of Debauchery Date #2 - Tuesday Was Rough


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Hi everybody!

Ready for Date #2?
 This one could take awhile.
Here we go!


After my date with Taylor where no sex was had and everyone felt good about themselves, I went home.

I laid down on the couch and checked my mail. 
I was looking for the series of emails from Cindi, my date for that night. 

Specifically, I wanted to take another look at the photo she'd sent me.

You know - make sure Cindi looked like a legal adult.

Because now I was paranoid.

 I couldn't have a repeat of Tuesday afternoon.
It was fun and all, but I was supposed to be having a Week of Debauchery!

Tuesday was almost over, and no debauchery had been had.  I was batting zero.


Looking over her picture again, Kelly and I decided that Cindi was definitely over 21.


Mmkay, all systems go.


Grown-up: Check.
Cute: Check.


Date time!
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I drove to Vivace and spent 15 minutes trying to find a space to park. There was no parking because it was downtown.


Fuck meeting people downtown.


It's possible I'm more Midwestern than I think.


Completely late, I banged into Vivace. So much for being composed and early.

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I could see Cindi sitting alone at a table out of the corner of my eye. She was definitely an adult.
10 points!


I went over to her table to say hi.



Cindi was a sturdy boi-type. Good-looking. She had a hat on, plugs in her ears, and brown cords on. She looked like she was in the 28-30 range. She had short, dyed-blond hair and gray eyes. She was toying with her drink.

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She said, "Hey" and didn't get up to greet me.


I said I'd just be a minute, I was going to order a drink.
I got my chai.


The cup was very full.
I had too many things in my hands. A pocketbook, my keys, my messenger bag, and my drink. Too many things!
I slowly, slowly, teeteringly made my way back to the table, eyes on my drink to make sure it didn't spill.


Cindi was watching me the whole time.
I obviously needed help, but she never got up.

I should have known right then.


If there is one thing I can't stand, it's bad manners.


Bad manners in public = bad manners in bed.


I think I did know right then, but just chose to ignore warning signals.
Cindi and I commenced our talking.
I found out lots of things about Cindi.

She was nervous. She didn't do "things like this" a lot. She worked downtown. She had saltwater-fish tanks.


I also found out that we had absolutely no chemistry. None at all.

Again, I should have just left.


But I'm kind of twisted like that.


As I sat across from her, I started thinking, "What would it be like to sleep with someone I have zero chemistry with?"

I had never tried it.


I've slept with people I wasn't physically attracted to with no problem - but always because they had something about them; an indefinable sort of sexiness I couldn't put my finger on.

Cindi was not unattractive - she was cute. But there was just nothing there.
Nothing between us.

I pondered it: Was it possible to fuck with no spark whatsoever?


Could I, essentially, get it up?
It was now or never.


I made my decision.


Cindi got in her car. I got in mine.


And I followed her home.


As she unlocked her front door, she said, over her shoulder, "I hope you like lizards... "


and let me tell you something, I DO NOT like lizards, I fucking hate lizards


"...because I have 20 of them."
Fucking lizards.


"Huh," I said, backing slowly out the front door again.


And then, because I can't trust my own mouth, I heard my mouth say, "Are these lizards in cages?"


Cindi laughed and said, "Most of them."

MOST OF THEM.

WHAT THE FUCK.

Twenty fucking lizards in one apartment.


It is in these moments that we must learn to listen to our quiet, nagging doubts.


A sane person would have left.


But I thought to myself, "I am going to need to see the inside of this apartment."

This is always half my problem, btw. I like women so much that it's almost as if I want to consume them.
I want to see inside their houses. I want to pick through their bookshelves and quietly judge their music collections. I want to see them naked and I want to see what kind of toothpaste they use and find out what kind of spices are in the spice rack and find out what it feels like to have their arms around me. I want to try women on. What if I was your girl?  What if this was my life?  What if this was my house?  What's it like to be you?  Who are you?  Why am I in your space?  Why are you allowing me to see you in this incredibly vulnerable way?  What are you getting from this?  What are we to one another?  What does all this mean?


So you can see how much I needed to see the Lizard Apartment.
It was stronger than me.
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Y'all.  There were lizards everywhere.
Big lizards under sunlamps. Tiny geckos with their toes suction-cupped to glass cases. A very scary iguana as thick as my thigh, blinking slowly on a piece of driftwood.


To her credit, you couldn't smell them. Cindi took meticulous care of her 20 lizards.


Cindi also had a pug, (the only kind of dog I hate) a snake, and a whole case full of stick insects.
Unacceptable.


I walked around her place, looking at all the lizards, stalling for time. Now that it was obviously time to screw, I didn't know how to start.


We had no chemistry. Zip. Zilch.
I had no idea what to do.
Fortunately, Cindi solved the problem for me.


She put her arms around me, leaned in, and....


licked my face.


You guys, she licked my fucking face! She licked me! Waaaay before the lips met, way before anything! She licked me! A big, wet, tonguey lick!!


Who does that? Who does that?
Where do you get off trying to kiss someone like that? Especially someone you don't know????


Easy fucking does it.  Go gentle when you've never kissed someone before.

See what your new date likes before you do your special "my-ex-girlfriend-loved-this" move.
Jeeezuuus.


I pushed her off of me and onto the couch. I was completely irritated.


Sitting on her lap, facing Cindi, trying to keep her hands from rolling my dress up, it seemed to me that I was the one taking charge, here.

And that was not what I had asked for in my ad.
Or what I had asked for when we talked.

I wanted to be topped.  All week.  I wanted other people in charge. Sheesh.


Me: (kissing her neck) So how toppy are you?


Cindi: I can be.


Translation: I'm not at all.



Fuck this.



I let Cindi lead me into the bedroom, hoping against hope that the sex would be better.


Gayelles, I know you must be thinking, "After all this, you still had sex with her???"

And I wish I could tell you I didn't.
I wish I could say I pulled my dress down and flounced out of the apartment in a huff.


But I stayed.


Curiosity killed the cat.
It was already going so badly that I wanted to see what was next.

So, OK.


Cindi pulled me onto the bed.  We undressed me.  We undressed her.


She fucked me halfheartedly.
It was fine...meh...it was fine, I guess.
We had no spark.
I'm not sure either one of us was there.

Cindi was most definitely not a top.
I was waaaaay more of a top than she was.


Faggots, in real life, I'm pretty aggressive.
In sexual terms, I'm what you might call a femme top.
I like to be in charge.
So I decided to top Cindi.

I decided to wake her the hell up.

I vowed to fuck her into the ground.


I was mad at her.  She was rude. She had lizards and no manners.
I was fucking pissed.


I wanted her to remember me.


And so - Tuesday night was the first time I ever had sex out of aggression.
With anybody.


It was kind of...hot.

I ended up enjoying myself immensely.
I think Cindi had fun, too.


Cindi got me a glass of water when we were done.
She even walked me to the elevator and kissed my cheek as the doors closed.


Nice.
Why didn't she do any of that stuff before?
Women are complicated.


I was left with all sorts of new questions.


*Why did I stay?


*Where did my anger come from?


*Who was I actually mad at?


*If I start off fucking someone out of aggression, and end up really enjoying myself, is that bad?


*I didn't fuck with the intention to hurt, but...how close to that line am I?
Help me out, here, homos.
What do you think?

32 comments:

  1. Angry sex is satisfying...and quite frankly I would have stayed too, but I don't think I would have been angry....but I mean you had to so something to make it interesting. Maybe it was like a defense mechanism against bad sex. I don't know.

    Either way. Good show.

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  2. "MOST OF THEM." LMAO

    Licking your face remember me of an episode of Sex an the City [/hetero moment] when Charlotte got her face licked xD

    Well, at least, angry sex is better than no-chemistry-sex, don't you think?

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  3. thinking you might have left if this was night 6 of the Week of Debauchery. given it was night 2 of the week of debauchery, minus night one with no sex... would o stayed!

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  4. as always, at least you got a good story out of it.

    also, I had to comment because I actually recognize one of the ladies in your pictures~
    she lives here in Chicago. :)

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  5. As long as there is consent - go for it. Sex and emotions are complicated, its not supposed to be vanilla-lezzo-sex all the time (I hate lesbian sex. Just sayin').
    Can't wait for part 3.

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  6. I say, if everyone's consenting (and legal) do it.

    I also say that I read this out loud to my fiance, and we both laughed our asses off at the lizards. . .and the face licking.

    There is nothing worse than getting your face licked.

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  7. Now I am new to this post and all, but I was quite, well, pleased, to read that she licked your face. Too bad it's because she has lizards and not because face licking is so great. My baby doesn't necessarily LIKE that I lick her face, but I do, and she smiles.

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  8. This is far too entertaining!

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  9. I'm so sorry...I can't even type a full comment because I seriously cannot stop laughing. This is one of the best posts. Thank you, thank you.

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  10. You just remembered me I used to have anger-sex all the time... once one became an actual relationship and went to be all forced lovey dovy I was done forever.

    Good times, though! Great lizard story. More!

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  11. Well, you didn't want to strike out twice in a single day, right? It sounded like someone needed to start up the fire.

    Licking and lizards, what a combo. Can't wait to read about the rest of this week. I need more laughs.

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  12. BTW, Krista. Check out mu Tumblr. Is full of naked girls and you mught find a photo you like.

    http://pornpops.tumblr.com/

    Cute name, isn't it? He.

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  13. Bad manners aho!! D: So lame.
    Poor girl. Bet she knows exactly who you are to the internet, and was cared she'd make a bad impression so she decided to starfish you.
    Zero personality.
    Zero dominance.
    Zero chemistry.

    Sucky, bbgurrl.
    Hope the next post gives me hope on my own slutty adventures.

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  14. OMG, Krissy. You. are. hilarious.

    Must go have sex now.

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  15. you stayed because you wanted to fuck. it was the whole of your intention, yes?

    you were angry because things weren't going your way. you wanted to fuck, yes? you didn't want to be bored and feel annoyed or made to feel insecure by your lack of chemistry with someone that you just wanted to have sex with.

    aggressive sex, i'm sure you know, is beautiful. fucking out of anger can be liberating and topping someone in that way is hot. sounds like you enjoyed yourself.

    pushing someone right to the line between pain and pleasure, if both parties are posi and consenting (not to mention legal), feels incredible. it loosens some sort of sexual chord i think many people feel tied to. you can let go of caution. you can fuck till it hurts. you can be wild and mean, and still make someone feel good. its almost the ultimate pleasure. you liking it may have opened some really sexy doors. good job krista!

    please keep up posted if you have any other aggro sexcapades!

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  16. Reading this post brings back memories of fucking guys I would meet off the internet. I didn't have as much fun as you did with that boi though.
    It was more because I didn't know at the time that I was gay and the boi.
    I can see where you are coming from in wanting to make sure she remembers you. Quite frankly, I would feel sort of sheepish for not being more gentlemanly and in control.
    It really bothers me when other bois are not gentlemanly.

    I wouldn't be too distracted by the why's and just be happy that you took charge of your own sexual pleasure and that she had a good time too. I think it's hot when a woman takes charge.

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  17. Hahahaha! I've been waiting and waiting to hear all about this week of debauchery!

    I came out about 3 months ago and ive been searching for blogs that will give me insight on what other dykes are thinking and doing and that make me laugh, just wanted to say thanks ever so much for writing this, can't wait to hear about the rest of the week.

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  18. GOOD! I would have stayed too.

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  19. Krista, you are so funny. Thank you for constantly making me laugh. Also, pugs arent so bad :)

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  20. sex and agression are inexorably connected. The hormone that makes you want to fuck is the same one that will help you kill a little bunny when you're hungry. Great post, as usual.

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  21. This is too much. First NO MANNERS. Then LIZARDS. Then she LICKS YOUR FACE. I can't believe it! Your life is insane.

    I think you're good on the aggression thing. Totally consensual, right? Right. In that case: Hot. SOMEONE had to do something worth having sex for, and it clearly wasn't going to be her.

    And, yeah, the lack of manners thing would've killed it for me, too.

    So, question: did you actually get wet at all? Or did you just use lots of lube?

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  22. I gotta stop and tell you how much you bring a dose of good joy into each day- funny, insightful, provocative and downright mofo accurate...and i'm a professional (yuck) lesbian...

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  23. sooooo funnnyyyyy.... and i highly appreciate the small nerdism of having having a pic of Seven of Nine. dork!

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  24. I live in Seattle and I fear the licking lesbian lizard woman.

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  25. I can't believe she licked your face.... ewwww. And I agree on pugs. Poor little things can't even breathe properly.

    Your hookup kinda reminded me of when a friend of mine set me up on a blind date eons ago. I had yet to have sex and she was willing to 'break me in' and show me the ropes. When I met her I was like 'woah she's OLD!' mind you I was 18 at the time and she was probably like 30 (cougar!!). But I was like 'whatever, I just need to learn how to do a lady.' We went back to her place and when I walked in I was horrified because she had TELETUBBIES EVERYWHERE! She had life sized teletubbies taller than me in the corners, teletubby posters, teletubby knicknacks, teletubby glasses... everywhere I looked I saw something teletubby... That was a deal breaker for me. She made me a couple cocktails in a teletubby glass and I made my escape as politely as I could. Seriously freaked me the fuck out!

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  26. what i'm wondering is....after all that, if she would've had big nipples, would you have stayed???

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  27. So how about Wednesday's date? Vanity keeps me checking back ;)

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  28. you don't describe the tongue... was it lizard like? Sounds like lizard girl thought she was a lizard for a minute there. Maybe if you scrunched up your face like a pug... i don't know... seems to me something very animal was happening...

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  29. LMAO Flarks! That sounds terrifying! I would take a licking lizard woman over teletubbies any day!

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  30. Cindi wants to be a lizard. You don't want any of that action. Kudos on the follow through though! HAHAHA
    You know what's scary? Think about the women she had in there (if any) before you. They were probably into the whole Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom thing...ew.

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