Is being crazy contagious? - There is always a price you must pay!

16-11-2016

While riding the train downtown last evening (yes
we now have light rail trains in and around Los Angeles)
to the Lakers / Brooklyn Nets game(at Staples Center) my
phone blew up (figuratively not literally) with texts
from not one but two former booty calls. What was strange
is both of the booty calls have from time to time tried to
reconnect with me a time or two in the past. I have said a kind
and respectful no thank you for another trip down memory
lane.

One is in her late to mid 40s. She is a writer on the NFL also
a single mom with a high school in the house (I have
written here about her before). The other is an insurance
executive in her early 50s, whom I fucked a few times as a
booty call, this was maybe 15-16 years ago. Both ended up
being more than a handful and the short term/casual sex
connections with them were terminated with prejudice.
You know the old godfather III saying; Just when I thought
I was out... they pull me back in. Basically, you know when
you think you might have gotten yourself out of trouble,
the texts start showing up on your phone.

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I agree that some people really need the last word in anything
and for some people it is important they need to make sure
you hear the last two or three or four words. For the most
part that is okay with me. Let them say their piece(s) of
advice and then let us all move on along with our lives. Back
to the nice women who texted me....

I'll blog today only about the writer. How I do understand
she is looking to grow in her sexuality and sensual experiences.
We connected based on our NFL connection and she decided
sh wanted to have a few firsts. First booty call, first black
cock and first first affair after she broke up with her third
ex husband. Check , check and check. Literally the morning
after we fucked I got an email from her stating it was a mistake
to fuck me and her "sexual adviser" told her
she would be punished by him for doing so, unless she cut
me off.

When I read that email, I honestly started to laugh. After
laughing, I responded but really had to ask, since may people
I know only have financial and maybe spiritual advisers
..WTF is a sexual adviser? She told me. She met a "DOM"
and clarified it was only an online relationship and she
never met him physically. I asked her in the next email to
find out if he was long distance or was he local. Come to find
out her lived within an hours drive of where we both live
in Santa Monica. If you know LA Traffic, that is an hour in
traffic, so early morning or evening it could be 15-20 minutes
away. WTF, he was local so why had they not met... The answer,
based o what she told me..he felt she was not ready to become
one of his selected few. Laughing even more by now.

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It dawned on me she was absolutely crazy and that perhaps
it might be contagious and my ass should steer the fuck off
to the side of the road, park and let this crazy train traffic
move past. I did so with grace and dignity. I suggested that
hr path was her own and I would bow out and not contact her
again. And out of courtesy and respect for her journey,
she in return should lose my number. She thanked me. I thanked
me.

This pact between us, well it lasted only 48 hours as she
reached out to me again. This time suggesting she realized
she would never meet her spiritual adviser in person and
wanted more of me. I have said thanks and refused several
dozen times since then.

[image1] We have talked football from time to time and she always
brings up her sexual escapades. Her MFM threesome, her
BBC experience and sadly how she felt "violated"
by a date, her gang bang by teenage (almost) skateboarders.
I am happy for her and her growth and her sexual learning
experiences. Yet this black cock of is staying parked at
my house.

It does matter how much she may text or call, I am not willing
to pay that price for chaos and drama. Nothing is worth giving
away any piece of mind..