sex: encounter #16 – Tony II

I was in the mood for a little bit of ‘rough’ yesterday. Still reeling from the enforced celibacy of my sister’s grief (she’s on the mend by the way having kicked her spineless husband out of the matrimonial home. She could probably use a good fuck though) and all my sexual senses heightened from a fabulous sashimi lunch I selected Tony as my partner in crime for the evening.

Meet Tony: Tony the builder. An intense, half Turkish, half bear of a man. Brown eyes, strong jaw, hairy everywhere and with a thick 8″ cock.

disappointment: unlucky number seven

It had to happen I guess, I was stood up!

I wore my favourite red dress (A Karen Millen number I’ve had for years) and a pair of very sexy shoes (Jil Sander) and (trying not be conceited here) I looked good, good to go, you might say. The mechanics of the said standing-up? A phone call? No. A text message even? No. Just a no show, a no-answering three (count them) calls. I gave up after an hour, had a wander around the sex shops (So much seedier than I remember from drunken girly-student nights) and trundled home.

On the bright side I had some time to do some work on the blog and catch up with my Michel Thomas French lessons (half-baked attempt to learn a language number 12).

I felt a little nostalgic hanging the dress back in the wardrobe.

Hope I have better luck tonight.