Sharon's Probation

Ever since our last encounter, Sharon has been steadily texting me every few hours, mostly because I've kept sending her call straight to Voicemail.
*bzz*
"Please? Can we talk?"
As usual, I ignore her.  Just not interested in what she has to say, I'm still pretty pissed about our last encounter.
The question is, WHY am I pissed? It's not like I haven't done something like this before since a previous girlfriend got me into it, but those are totally different circumstances.  Mostly after much discussion, trust, and rules.
Since my date with KM, I've been on the edge, re-evaluating whether I want to keep this life and how high up being kinky should be in ones sex life.

To make things more complicated, I'm itching to have a party.

*bzz*
"Can I explain?"

Fuck it.
I hit the button.
"Hey!", she tried to sound cheerful as if nothing happened.
"What do you have to say?"
She had a proposal.
A rather fascinating one and wind up talking for a good two hours.
Turns out she REALLY loves rough sex and didn't think I would be the guy to do it right for her until the first time it happened and has been craving it ever since.
Not that I'm totally against it, but I've been burned out on the S&M,B/D scene for quite some time.
Granted, there are SOME aspects I REALLY enjoy, but the whole Domination thing is all fine and dandy until your sub turns a bit crazy.
With all due respect to the S&M Community, it seems like a number of the people within it are a bit TOO into it and have other issues that prevent other people from having fun, either that or I just wasn't as into it as other people were.

So we worked it out:
1: HAS to be done within 5 days of her husband leaving.  Hubby might come back anytime after that and  I don't do well with gunshot wounds.  This IS Texas.
2: Set a clear signal at her home.  In case her neighbors are reading, I won't mention what it is.
3: A safeword for both sides, just in case something comes up.
4: A list of what she likes or like to do to what is perfectly acceptable to her.

There are couple of different things that I might reveal later, additionally, if she does what she did last time. I'm walking away.   She understood that and promised to behave herself.  She doesn't want to lose a play partner that she likes.
While I was thinking about it, I decided to edit our first meeting to omit some details that would reveal who she is if her neighbors might come across the blog.

This is a test....

The night after, KM and I had a late night lunch/dinner at our usual spot and things seemed quite normal.  But there was this specter of doubt that kept raising it's ugly head as to whether or not we're "Compatible."  We went our separate ways. She went off to bed, I went to continue to work...

Normally, I don't let these things bother me, but considering how much I like her, it starts to nag me.

I pick up the CL Phone;
"Hey, how're you doing?" I ask.
"Not bad.  Was hoping you'd call for a little fun tonight."
"Can I come over?"
"Come over and in. Yes.  The door will be open."
Lumens.   I wonder if its a good idea to be with her tonight.  It's just a nagging feeling that it just isn't right.



Walking into her modest home, I casually start taking off my clothes when I spot her coming out of the bathroom and looking at me critically.
"You're not wasting time, are you?" she asks with a bit of an accusation in her voice.
"Umm....was just wondering if you want a quickie."  I'm starting to regret coming here.
"Don't mind it at all, I enjoy your company. How's KM?" 
The comment seemed genuine, but maybe I'm just hyper sensitive, either way, it stopped me cold for a minute.
I walk over and start nibbling her neck and slide off her robe to reveal her body.
Considering we've covered this ground before, we've already gotten rather comfortable with each other and knew how to touch each other.
We went through what we knew the other liked and she quickly reached her first orgasm.
After her third orgasm she got on all fours.
"Want to fuck my ass now Baby?"
She knew I loved it, and so did she.
Getting behind her, she backed into me and steadily shoved herself onto me.
"You like fucking my ass don't you?"
"Oh yeah, baby, you know I love it."
"C'mon, fuck me hard!"
After only a few minutes, I reached orgasm about the same time she did.
We laid down and cuddled while I nibbled her back.

KM immediately came to mind.
Is it the anal sex or the dirty talking?
She doesn't do either, she says she just can't vocalize doing sex.
I stay for an hour and we BS until I had to return to work.

A couple of hours later, KM is on my mind and I kinda' wondered if some bad karma was coming this way because of the last 24hrs.

No sooner had the thought formulated in my head then I heard an audible POP from the back of my car and briefly lost control.

Fuck. A flat, on a cold wet night.
Yay.

Psycho? you decide.

Early on Wednesday, the CLphone rang.
Well, it didn't exactly ring, it more like shrieked.
Oh shit, it was Sharon.
Fuck.
I downloaded a special ringtone for her, the Psycho ringtone.  It's very appropriate, I thought.
"Hey Sharon."
"Hey! Hubby left yesterday. Wanna play this week?  Last time was HOT!"
Yeah, it was hot, but I was PISSED, she seemed quite appropriate to take out my frustrations at the time.
I went on about how hot it was too and told her I was just super horny but just had a few short time to play with and she seemed to buy it.
We chit chatted a few, tried to see if I can get someone together for a threesome.  My friend just flew out of town so that would have be delayed a week or so.
I made some excuse to get off the phone and forgot all about it.

Then it was the dealing with frustrating emails from an ad I put up recently, as well as dealing with the drama with KM and just a shitty day overall.

The timing of her call was impeccable, she asked me to come over after I had told her I was done for the day.
When I arrived a short time later, playing it cool and not repeat what I did last time was my objective.

After getting upstairs, she approached me wearing her familiar white robe and calmly sat and talked.
Her tone changed a bit when we started to go to the bedroom, I didn't notice at at first.   It was only after I left when it became a obvious.
You gotta love that hindsight thing.
She dropped her robe, turned around,pulled down my shorts, and proceeded to suck me off.
It was good, but I've had better.
She let go and said, "Wanna' fuck me hard?"
"Oh yes!"
I approached her and she promptly pushed me back.
What the fuck?
"You want it, sweetie?"
A little confused, I acknowledged it and approached her again.
She pushed me back with a solid blow to my chest.
What IS her problem? 
"Look, if you don't want to, then I'm going to leave."
"What's wrong?  Not man enough to take me?"
With that she shoved me again and added a few choice insults.
"What is your problem?", I finally asked.
"You think you can take it from me as easily as last time?"
The confusion on my face was apparently quite obvious. 
I practice that look alot.
"Come here.  You want it? You're going to have to work at it."
Almost every sentence was punctuated with slaps to the face, most of which I managed to block and only received glancing blows.
I didn't want any of this.  This chick WAS Psycho.
She said a few choice words and proceeded to grab my manhood with a not very gentle touch in one hand, and clocked me in the face with another.
That's it. I'm leaving.
There was a flurry of fists and arms heading my way and at first all I could do is block most of her attempts to slap me.  She changed tactics and started to claw and kick at whatever target that was presented at her.
From another perspective, it might have either been comical or out of some weird movie.
She was nude and fighting a man almost a full foot over her, who happened to have his shorts down around his ankles with an erection flopping around.  The absurdity of it all reminded me briefly of a scene from skin deep.
Suddenly, the frustration of her not being land more solid blows finally got to her and her face changed.
Oh shit!
She launched herself at a full fury while I tried to keep myself and her from being hurt.  From the various nicks and scratches, I was slowly losing that battle and the adrenalin kicked in as I felt I was now fighting for my life to avoid being put in a plastic bag or something.
Heedless of the claws I charged her and, in my mind, I figure once I get her under control, I can tire her out and leave without the fear of being shot (this IS Texas, afterall) or something while waiting for the garage door to open for my escape.


As she is trying to squirm out of my grip, I am struggling to talk to her.
Don't ask me what I said, it's all a blur.
I also found myself incredibly aroused, but insanely pissed.
She stopped struggling and was breathing heavily, and her body was glistening with sweat.
I was bleeding from several scratches, panting like a dog, and sweating like several pigs after a marathon....if pigs could sweat.
But I was still pissed.
She spat out a few choice words and gave me a none to gentle slap across the face.
I took her challenge and ravaged her.
Having entered her, I discovered she was incredibly wet and had an orgasm upon entry.
No.   She doesn't deserve to have pleasure at my expense.
Without any preamble or warning, or lube, I put the head of my cock at her ass and slowly shoved it in one steady shove.
The sound of her gasping from the pain filled the room.
she bucked to get away, but all that did was make it go in faster, she screamed once until I was all the way in.
I pumped several times and we both reached orgasm at the same time with her ass squeezing every drop out of me.
The anger seemed to have shot out of me with my orgasm as I laid down next to her and we both fell asleep for a brief time.
Groggily, I go to the bathroom, pour a whole bottle of hydrogen peroxide over my cuts, and took a long shower.  I sit on the vanity to compose myself when I got an idea.
I rumaged through her purse, found my number and deleted it.
"That was yummy....stay a bit longer?" she dreamily said.
"No. I have to go."
"Hmm...okay." and she laid back down closing her eyes.
Reaching the garage, I hit the garage door and grabbed the spare remote. After I backed my car out, I hit the remote and tossed it in the garage before it closed.
I'm sure she would look in the mirror to the bathroom shortly.
"We're Done, I erased my number." was written in lipstick.
She was toxic. I knew it. I had to cut it off or else I might find a boiled rabbit or something
Receiving a text an hour or so later, I got the unexpected reply.
"No, we're not, you enjoyed it too much, don't make me work so hard next time."

Fuck!

Craigslist Survey of women...Men are dumbshits!

I read a survey that was totally bogus with no thought behind it.
Being the anal guy that I am, I had emailed the poster and sought to prove to him that his survey was flawed and proceeded to post several times for women to give me their results of a variety of questions that I had asked.  I already posted this on my local Craigslist, so I would figure I'd put it on here:

Out of the 34 women I have talked to, this is the basic breakdown: I want to thank all the ladies that wrote, called, and several that I had met for a very enlightening drink.

Here are the overall results.

Were you able to continue the relationship until meeting? and did it continue from the initial meeting?