Bachelor #10

I just finished looking under my for the riding crop that Bachelor #10 left behind. That was one of those things in life that I really never thought I'd find myself doing. I've been messaging Bachelor #10 for a few months and he seemed like a nice enough guy. Tattoos, a little punk rock, rough around the edges....apparently the way I like my Bachelors lately. We finally got a chance to meet a few weeks ago.

While my standards are certainly still there, I've realized that I actually don't really have a type, nor do I care to have one when it comes to men. The old Heather would have said that Bachelor #10 wasn't really my type, but after sitting down and talking to him for a bit I was intrigued. We met at the L&L which is the only actual dive bar in the Lakeview area. He was drinking MGD and I tried really hard not to judge. Eventually we switched to bourbon on the rocks and that's when things started to get good.

I decided to invite him back to my place and on the walk home he insisted on walking on the street side because his mom told him that it was the respectful thing to do. (Apparently only prostitutes walk on the street side...must keep that in mind for the future.) We got back to my place, I poured us some more bourbon and we chatted for a bit more. Then we stopped talking and I will spare you the details, but I have to say that this was a nice change of pace for me.

I'd grown used to the afternoon hookups that last a few hours. It usually goes like this: cocktails and conversation: sex: more conversation: goodbye. I like it like this, it fits into my lifestyle very well. However, I do crave a bit more from time to time and that's where Bachelor #10 comes into play. After we had sex he stuck around and held me all night. He's a bigger guy and I really enjoyed the feeling of being held. The best part is that he stuck around for morning sex which is some of my favorite type of sex.

So how did I end up with a riding crop being left behind in my apartment? Well, our second 'date' involved something a little less vanilla. He still stayed the night, held me, and we had morning sex, but this time things got a little more interesting. Let's just say that I do believe my neighbor might of heard me getting some belated birthday spankings...