The Marathon

“You JUST saw me!” I texted back, grinning to myself as I lay in bed, remembering the way Armando had stood there the night of my birthday, hand out, cocky-ass grin set. Damn him. I shifted a little beneath the covers as my panties dampened with the thought.

Vixey’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Don’t let the title fool you. There were some definite ups to my night (wink wink). But I also feel it’s prudent not to sugarcoat things. Fantasy is not reality and as hopefully seen, I’m here to write reality. The day had already started out bad. It was one bad news and situation after another but I was determined to make the best of my night. Looking forward to my time with Armando.

I Win

After our afternoon together a few days ago, I was eager to see Armando again. I needed to see him again. He texted me to meet him behind some buildings. I didn’t know what he was planning, but was excited! We were in his truck. Armando had me turned and pressed against the seat so hard the seatbelt clip was bruising my side. Nothing registered though, nothing but his mouth on mine, our tongues tasting each other like it was the first time. And then his cell rung. Damn it!

The Bumble Bust

Disclaimer: Understand this is just one experience. Not all dating app hookups are like this but this was just too funny and I had to share. As always, everything here is true and the names of my stallions (and this guy) are kept discreet.

Don’t wanna be mean but at the same time I gotta be real. Pepe was…very excited, that night. Lets start at the beginning because I’ve been told by a very reliable nun that ”that‘s a very good place to start”.

We match on a certain dating app. We text. He wants to meet IMMEDIATELY. Yay for initiative and ambition and cojones! I figure we could skip the early convo and just see how things jive in person.

“Let’s do it,” I wrote back.