The Doctor and Bedrooms to Spare

Published August 15, 2014 by daisiesloveandpeace

I have officially placed myself in the crazy category.

This week was my first full week back with students. It has been hell physically and emotionally on my body.  While I am loving my new school, there are a lot of new things to deal with there as well. I could write about that for days though. And that’s pretty boring.

So there was the Fisherman. He faded on me. Just as well, I wasn’t sure about that anyways. I just don’t think that he would have had what it takes to keep me happy.

I also disabled Tinder and OkCupid for the time being. Mostly because I don’t have time for that. And because creepers.

This week I decided to sign into my Fetlife account. It’s not something that I do on any kind of regular basis. I joined this summer because the guy who wanted to be my Dom asked me to do that as one of my “tasks”. I kept the account because I would eventually like to be brave enough to participate in the local community.

So here I am signed into Fetlife, and I decided to check out one of the local message boards. I wasn’t looking for anything more than a distraction for the lesson plans I was writing.  There was a recent post from a guy who was looking for a temporary place to sleep on some nights when he doesn’t feel like making an hour commute home.  From here on out, let’s call him The Doctor.

Well, I happen to have an empty spare bedroom in my house. I’ve considered getting a roommate, but I’m always hesitant because I know my dogs are a lot to handle.  I don’t so much need the income, but I get lonely. It’s funny because I learned to live in solitude this summer, but now that I am back to work and dealing with people all day, my house feels so empty at night.

So I sent The Doctor a message offering him a place to stay. We sent a few messages back and forth and decided that even if he didn’t stay with me, we should be friends.  His profile made it sound like he wasn’t looking for a relationship/play partner, so that sounded safe to me.

(Let’s also remember that Monday makes two months since the last time I’ve had PIV sex. I am going through severe withdrawals.)

So, the conversation got a little flirty. He seems to have all the right words for everything. I can already see that he is a nurturer. We decided that last night would be a good night to meet and show him the house.

The Doctor comes over and immediately hits it off with my dogs. That’s always a big thing for me. They were calm with him. He seems like a really nice person. At one point he put his arm around me and kissed me. We made out for a bit and moved to the bedroom. He fingered me for a bit, but I didn’t finish. Going to blame that on the defense mechanism, because damn it did feel good. We tried to have sex, but I think he was having that first time with a new person performance anxiety thing. So sex didn’t happen. I did blow and he came in my mouth pretty quickly. He then went home because it was late and I had to be up early.

He is definitely going to be staying here quite a bit. I may have finally gotten what I’ve always wanted. A live in FWB. And a kinkster at that.  There are just so many ways that this could blow up in my face. While I would like to stay positive, sometimes I know that things sound too good to be true.

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