My week(s)...continued

Today...Monday! Just another manic Monday...oh-we-oh...

I don't know what's up with Girl, but she has REALLY been fussy with me. Teeth? Milestones? Growing pains? All of the above?!? sheesh!

I met up with a woman in Plainfield who "just can't get over how many ways we are alike." Her kids are older, her house is bigger and "nicer", but everything seemed very chaotic. Not in a bad way...just...well, chaotic. There were fascinating collections that I became very conscious of having LITTLE kids who want to TOUCH everything. *smiles* Good hearts, though! I liked her and her kids were very considerate and caring. I'm not sure if anything more than friendship will develop, but hey, having another woman friend to hang out with occasionally might be good for me.

This afternoon, I met up with a foot fetishist...sorta. It's amusing to me how people define "fetish". In this case, he didn't consider himself a fetishist because mere photographs of feet did nothing for him. *smiles* He came over to do some reflexology to help my insomnia problems, but over the course of several e-mails, I'd teased him enough that when we met up, he dared to ask if Beloved got off on feet, and I said I didn't really think so...that he chewed on my feet for the reactions. He asked what I meant because I wasn't ticklish. I said it was mostly because Beloved will just grab a foot and chew, not caring where I'd been walking or how clean my feet were, which totally gross me out! C laughed and said he probably wouldn't care either, but that my feet looked pretty clean and could he...well, please...would I mind...

So I let him suck on my toes. Fetishists are strange, but whatever floats your boat. He had an obvious hard-on. He readjusted my feet so I was pressing against his jeans. He was very polite and asked for more and when denied, although disappointed, he also seemed relieved that I was (apparently) a responsible parent. He asked to excuse himself to deal with matters. *I* thought he was very sweet and kinda sad-lonely. I ended up giving him a kiss on his way out. When I confessed this to Beloved he (probably) smirked and say that I was such the pity lay.

*rolls eyes* Yes, probably true. It feeds into the fantasy girl...desperate guy who can't believe he's getting a bit of luck with a sexy pixie... *shy smirk* It's HOT to think *I* have that effect on men.

So...in four days, I've directly pleasured two guys and indirectly pleasured a third AND met a bi woman with whom things are nebulously neutral. Does that make me a slut, or what?