WILD CHILD

It's time for confession.

I don't know. Maybe I should try him out....There's no way in hell I could ever be with Big Dick Munchkin. I can't get passed the height issue. I could take him for a test drive...We could go out in public and I'll see if we get stares. He's my type when it comes to what I want in a mate: Faithful, worships the ground I walk on, selfless in bed, responsible....He's not my type, physically. I know myself...I was in a "monogamous" relationship before. We were together for five years, engaged for one of them. I couldn't commit. I slept with other men. Not because he was horrible in bed. I did it simply because I could and he never found out. I came up with some lame excuse to leave him. He was nine years older than me and more than ready to settle down. I wasn't.

Since then, I've fucked just about any man I deemed worthy: The drummer from the Beenie Man concert, the ER Dr. who took care of me after my car accident, the men I've met while on business trips, at Barnes & Nobles, the grocery store, coffee house, etc...

Then there's the Recycled Negroids. These are the ones I can call after months, even years of no communication and hook up the same day to fuck. One specific recycled negroid is TJB. We've known each other since I was 15 and he was 19. Through out the years, we tried to have a "serious" relationship, but things didn't work out. So we'd lose contact from time to time and then one of us would call the other out of the blue. He called me in April. This was the phone conversation as was most of them EVERY TIME he called.
"Hey it's your boy."
"Hi, TJB"
"Is that kitty cat still tight and purring?"
"Yes, TJB"
"Meet me at the spot at 9pm."
"Yes, TJB."
"No panties."
"Yes, TJB."

The spot was an elementary school parking lot near his old house. We were so bold and horny that we'd fuck on top of my car hood. Imagine a chubby broad stark naked laying on top of a BMW 535i, legs hoisted on the shoulders of some tall, dark mandingo. It was a sight to see..... It could be the middle of December, we didn't care. I always imagined the look on the cleaning man's face when he'd find the used condom that showed up sporadically in the parking lot. But I'm departing from the story....

So in my confused guilty state, thanks to Big Dick, I shot TJB an e-mail yesterday:
"Hello, Mr. TJB. It's yourrrrrr kitty cat, same place, same time?"
In my time of confusion and guilt, I resort to what I know which is mindless, good fucking with no attachments.

He called my office phone immediately. My voice got three octaves higher. TJB completely knocked the wind out of me.
"We can't do this anymore."
"What happened?"
"I can't keep this up. I'm going to be 34 next year. I need more."
"I don't understand." I did understand, I just didn't know what else to say.
"You're a wild child. There's nothing wrong with that because you know what you want and you get it, but I'm not like that anymore. I'm too old for this."

WOW. I can't believe this. It's the second time in days that I've been told by a man that they want more than sex. Now I'm stuck between a recycled negroid turned serious and big dick munchkin who wants to settle down.

Is this what happens when people turn 30?
Is it time for me to burn my stable down and look for something "meaningful"?
Is it time for me to hang up my hoe whip?
I need a Rice Krispie Treat.