For the past few months, I've been experiencing an interesting conundrum of sorts.. As a more "seasoned" woman returning to school, I feel as if in some ways that I'm beginning to evolve, and that I'm beginning to open up. One of those ways has been in the area of Desire, Temptation, Sexual Yearning, you name it, it's there.

Last Semester, in one of my classes, there was this guy.. Tall, white, cute, strong, ex-Army, the stuff that some of the hottest IRR erotic novels are made of.. Smooth talking with great hands, this guy really didn't show up on my radar until much later in the semester. At first, he spoke of his girlfriend from a South American country (Hispanic), and about somethings that she experienced being from that culture (cartels, etc)... So yeah, I saw him, but I really didn't pay him much mind, because for one thing, I was dealing with a pseudo/near-Catfish like relationship with some ex-Army guy in Oklahoma (who is white, as well)..

Towards the end of the semester, this guy, lets call him "TK," manages to show up on my radar in a major way. He tells me that he thought I was mean, because of the intense way that I would look during lectures and most recently during his group's presentation.

This guy is charismatic, smooth, and a serious P****y Houndpussy hound. I didn't find that last part out until later, when he drafted me {with those big puppy dog eyes and strong hands (massaging my shoulders for 1 blissful minute)} to help his group edit their paper, because it was completely jacked up.

So, like a sucker, I did it. Stayed up until 1 am working on his group's paper, working on his paper while at work, on my lunch break, and then later at school. We worked on that sucker within a 48 hour period right up until the fucking deadline. (yes, I said fucking, because I just need to be real and get this crap off of my chest without any fucking judgement from anyone).

But here's the kicker, this 6'2" tall bastard asks me if I'd like to flirt. What the fuck does that even mean? Do I want to fucking flirt? Me, being goofy with stars in her eyes, says "sure.."

He takes my cell #, sends himself a text, and it's history. Now here comes the fun part, this police recruit who probably has loads of experience, basically rocks my cerebral world for 2 weeks.  He tells me that he'd make me melt, that he'd use his tongue on me, etc...  Yes, I was horny.  I knew that it was getting out of hand, and I knew that he had a girlfriend, which I talked about often, and I actually told him 2x that we needed to cool it, that he had a girlfriend & flirting wasn't cool, but did he listen to me... Nope.... Like any sincere P***y Hound seeking backup P***y, this guy continues to dig, until I had to apply a verbal smackdown, telling him that I wasn't comfortable with it, and so on..

After that, I thought that I'd finally managed to shake him loose. I erased all of his emails & his text message & his phone # from my cell.

So what happens? On New Year's Day, this monkey sends me a text asking if I'd like to let him give me a massage. WTH???!!

After that, truth be told, I injured my foot, sent him a text asking him to come and massage (goofy, right).. And of course, he doesn't show up... Why? Because he's all talk, and I had essentially been designated to the role of "Backup P***y.."

Just being real, because I need to get this off of my chest...

Fast forward to a new semester... This knucklehead sends me a text message saying "Hi" and asking if I would help him with writing papers, etc...

I ask him if anyone else can help him... He goes off in a huff, and get's even huffier when I send him a text at 3 in the morning telling him that I just can't do it, that I don't like the way that he treated me, and that I wish him well..

He then texts me, saying "Really? Wow.. Plz" & then he says that he's going to erase my info from his phone.. Yippe Kay-yay Motherfucker... Please do...

But guess what? He doesn't.. And how do I know? Because he texts me 1 week later...

And the rest gets interesting....

Bye for now