A Break

I'm preoccupied. Other thoughts. New ideas.


This week has been unusual.


Punk is away, he's still sending me messages. He misses me. Things are quieter on that front. The intensity is gone, the feeling that he could drag me in has passed. 


Spike and I caught up. Things aren't as perfect as I thought with the girl who shares my name. He misses me. I didn't care.


Red called. He broke it off with his distant lover. He's not leaving any more. He suggested red wine and a deep and meaningful. I said I'd see how I felt.


Pup called. He usually texts, but he called. He wanted to schedule time for next week. I said I'd see.


(s)Ex and I caught up. We watched a bad movie, talked about where we were going in life. He tried to kiss me goodbye. I turned my head and gave him cheek.


MarriedGuy is pretending he's actually going to marry the love of his life. Most of the time. He asked me if I'd watch him jerk off. I declined. Normally I wouldn't mind, but I just didn't want to this time.


Muso and Body are both texting me. Those two are fuck ups. They both offered me naked photos. I declined those too. Body still sent me a photo of his cock. It was a decent cock. I'm sure his girlfriend would be thrilled to know he sends photos of it around.


I've had a couple of old flames text me to "catch up and hang out". The implications aren't subtle.


Granted I've been unwell (just a cold).


Normally on busy weeks like this I revel in the attention. The naughty text messages are an aphrodisiac.


Instead I turned my phone off, and have let the thoughts of other things preoccupy my mind. I don't know if I'm changing, I think I'm probably just distracted.