The idiot, married person who is still holding onto the shreds of hope that I will give in and let him lick me, propositioned me the other day for sex. Not physical sex, as he clearly stated, but a masterbation session. Apparently, his wife was out of town at a manager's conference and he was all by his lonesome this week. What is wrong with him? He's got a lot of confidence and nerve to proposition me to masterbate in front of each other at his house. Come on over, he says and in exchange, he'll cook me dinner. Hmmm... Dinner and masterbation or no dinner, no masterbation. I'll take the latter, thank you very much. I don't need you to masterbate to. I've got my toys that work just fine.
I have to humour him because I find it all very amusing. I even offered phone sex if that will make his lonely evenings go by quicker. But no, he wants more from me and I'm not budging. And when I told me that phone sex is all he is going to get. Take it or leave it. The idiot gives me this lame ass excuse that his home phone may not work and he'll call me on my phone to give me his number. Yeah, sure. He doesn't call and that's that. So, stupidly childish.
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