Desperately in need of a good dick

I met this guy, we talk for a few time before we actually met at his place. I forgot how it happened. Most likely It was during a time when I was home, sitting on my ass, watching at TV, being bored and horny when he invited me over. It was cold that day. I took the train and went to his place. I had not masturbated for four days so this electricity of horniness was surging trough my veins. His place was lovely and warmly. Felt comfortable enough to be found in his bedroom undress on my belly ready to take his dick. It was not him but me who was on this verge of having sexy all night. I want to sit on his dick until dawn, have him kiss me, inserting his tongue inside my mouth as if he was rescuing me from death, have him on top of me, fucking the shit out of me. But we did not, he had to meet his friend in the city, and that was the end of that.

We did not stop talking to each other, we would txt each other, wanting to meet again, flirting, dirty talks. One night we end up meeting at a club, we have spoken early that evening and express to him how I want to do something so he invited me over. Ditch my friend and went to him. I was quit, being quit is not my style. I did not want to be there. I wanted us to be at his place, finishing what we started. He kept on offering me drink, I kept on refusing. My attitude was dry, not me at all. I was horny, I wanted that pulse that beat, that feeling I had that night I was at his place but instead I was at this club. Some one I once hook-up with showed up at the club. He knew him. I knew it was bound to happen but I was like damn.

In my mind I was like I bet he fucked him too, I wonder how much they fucked. I kept on thinking on how desperate he was but the thing is I have no month to say that because I have hoop-up with the same guy. I must have been as desperate which in most cases I am. The one who invited me keep saying that he called and called and txt him but he never pick up. After hearing that, ears dropping my mind went off tangent. Wtf does that mean? Was I a last resort, did he settle for this ass? Wtf he think I am? All I kept on thinking. It was not nice, not my nature, not my character. I wanted to tell him fuck you mutha fucka. But I did not have a good reason. Finally I left and waiting to hear from him after I told him how I was feeling that night. Sometime being desperately in need of dick and lead to a depressing character, never again will I let that happen.