Do you know what it feels like for a girl/ Do you know what it feels like in this world/For a girl

Dearest B.,

In 2001, the high priestess of pop her Royal Madgeness asked the $64K question in a pop diddy, “Do you know what it feels like for a girl?” While there have been many times in my life, I’ve speculated that I know the answer to that question. I think this week I have truly discovered what it feels like for a girl. Let me see if it’s possible for me to properly explain.

It’s no secret to you or any of my closest friends that I’m a big old Craigslist whore. And this week was no exception. I was feeling particularly in need of some strange this week so I posted the following advert on Wednesday.

Assplay
The title says it all. You love to get it, I love to give it.

I’m looking to host. You on all fours ass is the air with your throbbing cock and balls hanging nice and low to be stroked and tickled. Big plus if you’re a moaner or massive shooter. Nothing is hotter than listening to a guy whimper and moan as his sweet little pucker hole is being worked over. Or a guy who can hit his face when he cums. I can use my fingers or you can chose from any number of toys.

Even bigger plus if you’re willing to return the favor with a hand job or a little head.

Looking to do this anywhere between noon and 4.

Stats for stats.

One of the first responses I got was from a guy who sounded quite promising he described himself as 36, BiWM, goodlooking, 6’1”, 175, in-shape, jock type. Ummmm. Just the kind of guy that I like and whose butt I *really* like to pleasure. He was in my apartment about an hour and a half later and in my bed on all fours.

As part of our email negotiation of the activities we were going to partake in for the lunch time fun. He agreed he would provide me with a hand job in return for the prostate massage.

I have to say the boy didn’t lie as to his stats. He had a nice compact build on him and an ass sweeter than clover honey. And a dick that made my mouth water just looking at it. I worked his yummy derriere over for about 40 minutes with ye olde Mr. Stilo and brought him to an amazing if somewhat quiet climax.

As I always do, I got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom to wet a washcloth with hot water to clean him up. When I got back to the bedroom to clean him up he was out of the bed and standing in the middle of the bedroom. As I handed him the wash cloth he said, “Thank you.”

“So what are you doing out of the bed?” I asked in a mock shocked tone. “You still have to take care of me.”

He looked at me rather sheepishly and said, “Ummm. I’m not sure I can.”

“What?” I asked in an ever more mock shocked tone. “You can’t give me a little old hand job? You’re going to be a typical guy and get yours but leave me hanging?”

“Yeah, I guess I’m kinda the typical guy in that regard.” He chuckled, “I’m kinda whiped out. Can I take care of you first next time? That is of course if there is a next time.”

I laughed and said, “Yes baby, you’re very cute and a lot of fun. So there can be a next time whenever you want.”

He quickly dressed and I sent him on his way into the cold afternoon.

This morning I had another guy come over who answered the same advert. And nearly the same damned exact thing happened again. I worked 40 minutes to get him there. After I cleaned him up as I was coming back from the bathroom, he was getting dressed. I was so dumbfounded by the fact that such a thing happened twice in one week, I didn’t even think to mention he agreed to give me head before coming over.  To say I was shocked would be an understatement.

As I have reflected on this today, I have to wonder WTF is going on. While, as I told my sexy gentleman caller earlier in the week, I am typically always GGG as Dan Savage would counsel and I’m perfectly okay with giving a good orgasm without expecting anything in return. However this week, damn it, I wanted someone to give me one! And I have to say, there was some kind of strange and twisted cosmic irony in the fact that it didn’t happen.

So yes Madge, I certainly know what it feels like for a girl. To be left hanging by some greedy menz who only are looking to get a little for themselves but not return the fay-vah.

Bass-tads!

As always, sending you much love.