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Bad nights out July 23, 2010

Posted by Leah in Craigslust, D/s.
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A reader asks: do you ever have a bad night out?

Yeah. I do. Last night’s date is an example. The guy looked about five years older than his picture and thirty pounds heavier. I should have left then, but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. The conversation turned, without preface, to sex. In place of charm, he asserted his dominance and proceeded to tell me how he wanted to tie me up and use all my holes. He insisted that I call him Master Dave, which sounds pretty damn absurd to these ears. I have never liked calling anyone Sir or Master. I find it ridiculous. I make no oaths of fealty. I am no one’s slave. I submit because I want to. The lovers who make my legs go weak don’t need these trappings. When we play, their authority is organic and therefore authentic.

This guy was way cooler in e-mail than in person. Needless to say, nothing happened. I went home, hung out with the roommate, read a book.

More so than in the US, I have had a bunch of meet-ups here that haven’t led to the casual encounter. (For the statistically minded, of nine dates off of CL, stuff happened in five of them.) This is frustrating because I go on a date expecting to have sex at the end of it. Even when we do get into bed, not everyone is so hot in the sack. But there’s usually something positive to tell about the experience.

So far, I have been with eight guys in London, sleeping with seven and being masturbated in public by the eighth. I am pleased with six of these encounters, which isn’t a bad ratio at all. Like pussies, these things come in waves. I have had a run of luck. And at some point it’s bound to end.

I am seeing Frank tonight and have meetings set up for Saturday and Sunday afternoons.

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