Never Thought This Could Happen To Me

I was raped on Saturday night.

I went for a night out with friends and everyone was really drunk including myself. An acquaintance and his friend took me to their place — I’d say I was abducted because I was so intoxicated that I didn’t even take my jacket from the cloak room before leaving. I can’t remember much of the night but I do remember being forced to do anal sex. I have never done anal before. I’m going to see a counsellor tomorrow morning.

On the Frankston line

If you remember my post “Bald AND short men aren’t my type”, I’m on the train to see the POT right now for our second date. I’m dreading it just a little bit. Okay maybe more than just a little bit that I’ll be an hour late by the time I reach the station. I hope he’s been keeping his lips moisturised because all I remember about him now is his flaky lips!

On the bright side, it’s a glorious sunny Spring day here in Melbourne. Can’t wait for my date with Mr Grey tomorrow!

Flaky POT

So two and an a half hours before the lunch date with a POT today, I received a text from him:

Not able to make it today.

What the hell. Not even a sorry? Good thing I haven’t started getting ready yet or worse, at the restaurant waiting for you! Moving on!

My SA premium membership expires today. I don’t know if I’ll renew it. Maybe we’ll see how it goes next week. I’ve got another POT lunch date lined up for Monday. My first SD said he’ll see me for the last time on Tuesday but I told him that we’ll speak about our arrangement then. I’m considering compromising on my allowance expectation for him. Sometimes a good arrangement is more than just my desired allowance. Maybe I’ll keep him until I find another steady SD.

One of my former uni mates (who’s currently working in an investment bank) shared this article on Facebook. She highlighted a quote:

Ninety percent of my clients were married, and most were bankers. If you know an investment banker who tells you he’s never been to an escort, you know a saint — or more likely a liar.

I guess she won’t be dating anyone from work.

Goodbye My First SD

After I asked my first SD for an increase in allowance, he made it clear that my expectation is more than his budget. He asked me if I’d be okay to go on weekly basis (with the increased allowance) but it’ll only be for a few weeks so that I have time to find a replacement SD who’ll be able to fulfil my expectation. I thanked him for being considerate but am disappointed that he couldn’t afford (or unwilling to pay) my allowance in long term. I don’t even know if he’ll call me next week because he gave me extra today. Oh well, I know I’m not asking too much and I need to keep up my standard. He’ll always be my first and probably oldest SD (50 years my senior wtf). Moving on, I’ve got a POT date planned on Thursday and Friday *fingers crossed*.

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Mr Grey and I had a sort-of date on Sunday. We spent the afternoon having picnic at the Royal Botanic Gardens. The weather was a little bit too hot for my liking but can’t complain about a sunny day in Melbourne. I have to give him credit for making an effort to organise everything. Meanwhile, the disorganised me was 30 MINUTES late for the second time.

Late again? Is that a trick to get a harder spanking? – C.

I was going to write a long-winded story of what happened during the date but suffice it to say that the date went excellently. I learnt so much about him and vice versa. I was being vulnerable and I felt that he lowered his guard with me too. The sex which followed afterwards at his apartment was beyond amazing. For the first time in my life, a man has made me orgasm. I was ready for him to adopt me as his girlfriend!

Fortunately or unfortunately, he’s not looking for a serious relationship at the moment or anytime soon. I know that I can’t commit too but to be honest with myself, a part of me wants to find somebody to love. I also know from experience that I should believe a guy when he says that he’s not looking for a relationship and don’t ever expect him to change his mind. I told my bestie about him and she warned me that I’m playing with fire! The heart wants what the heart wants so there’ll be date #3, I guess…

Currently on repeat:

First POT to go MIA

So, Mr Hotelier went MIA. I don’t know what happened. When I texted him on Monday, he didn’t reply. My best guess is that he found someone else over last weekend. Honestly, it hurt my ego a little bit.

Moving on… I had another POT date today at The Mint. His business is in the real estate industry. He was wearing a pinstripe suit with a stripe shirt, it looked like real estate agent uniform. He was driving the (sort of) typical flashy real estate agent car as well: a Mercedez coupe. I don’t know why I have something against people in the real estate industry. In saying that, I was still my usual cheerful and flirty self. I think there’ll be a second date… but I’m not sure. Not after Mr Hotelier.

I had a date with Mr Grey yesterday.. our relationship wouldn’t be a sugar relationship and I’m okay with that because now I like him. It never started with that assumption anyway. He does cuddling really well – my cuddle meter is full 🙂 Sex was hot damn. It’s the first time that I’ve used ropes, belt, blindfold, and ice. Am I vanilla or what? He gave me homework: I need to learn how to count one to ten in French by Sunday.

Update for “Two Dates Today!”

So I was supposed to go for two dates on Thursday but I ended going to just one. The POT asked me to “reschedule” my date with Mr Grey. He doesn’t know that it was a date; I told him that I was supposed to meet a client for work. Anyway, I agreed to “reschedule” because:

a) This POT is the wealthiest POT I’ve met yet (and I have to admit, I went to the date hoping to get more than just a free lunch).

b) I don’t think I’ll be in a sugar relationship with Mr Grey.

I would have texted Mr Grey but since we hadn’t exchange numbers yet at that point, I sent him an email to inform him that I couldn’t make it to the date an hour before our supposed meeting time.

POT (let’s call him Mr Hotelier) and I ended up clicking over lunch so asked me to come over to his home for tea…ahem. I think what I did was bordering on prostitution because we haven’t decided on an arrangement yet. When we reached his place, he told me that he was going to show me around but he was going to show me the bedroom first. To get to the bedroom, he asked me to go through a metal door with a green button on the side, I asked him, “What is this?”. He replied “It’s a lift”. That was a facepalm moment lol. I guess I’ve been watching too many thrillers, I actually thought it’s a door that’ll lead to an underground room where you need to key in a password to enter and that Mr Hotelier will take me as his sex slave hostage. It didn’t occur to me it was a lift (elevator) because I haven’t been to a house with its own lift (where did I go wrong in life?) and the grand stairway to the second level is just beside us.

Mr Hotelier and I didn’t end up doing anything because he didn’t have any condom (seriously?). Do you SBs bring your own condoms? Anyway, in hindsight, it was a good thing because we haven’t had the talk yet although he did give me $250 “to buy something nice” when he sent me home.

He made us tea after that and we just talked (mostly him asking me questions about myself) while Andrea Bocelli’s Love in Portofino CD was playing in the background. The atmosphere was just so lovely I have no words. We enjoyed our tea (he had peach mango tea which smelled heavenly) at the dinner table, we were dressed in just dressing gowns in his Tuscan style kitchen, the afternoon sun illuminated the room with a warm glow, I could see the pool and and garden behind his mansion through the windows and his pet dog was really friendly towards me. I have to say, Mr Hotelier knows how to treat his guests – he made me feel at home. On the way home, he told me to contact him on Monday, after I’ve sent my brother to the airport.

Later that night, I saw that I received two emails from Mr Grey. The first one was sent about 30 minutes before our agreed meeting time. He asked if I wanted to reschedule our coffee date to Friday (the next day) instead and gave me his mobile number. The 2nd email, he asked if I had cold feet about our meeting. He was really sweet in his email that I felt bad about cancelling on him at very last hour. I went along with the excuse that he’s given me (I know I’m terrible) and told him that I can steal time to meet him at 2pm on Friday (yesterday).

Fast forward to Friday 2pm, we met at Il Tempo on Degraves Street. He looks like his photo but isn’t as attractive in real life. I think it was because of his personality. I expected someone with a stronger personality but when we were chatting (face to face) he “marketed” himself as a nice guy. He isn’t as dominant as he alluded in his emails. We found out that we have two things in common: I used to work at the multinational company that he’s currently working at and religion (that topic came up because I was explaining the story of my real first name). He told me that he’d like to see me again but I wasn’t sure if I want to… until I did a Google search on him. I found his LinkedIn profile (because he told me his real first and last name). I am shocked that he holds a very senior position in the company because he’s still young! Looks like there’ll be date No. 2.

Two dates today!

I’m broker than broke and a POT has just asked me out for lunch! Hallelujah.

Then I’m going out for a coffee date with Mr Grey. He’s not a POT though. Just someone I met off CL and been emailing back and forth.

Will update later! 🙂