We met on Yahoo Personals, I think it was 2005. We immediately hit it off on the phone, laughing and flirting and decided to meet at a restaurant for a drink. He lived about 40 minutes away so he drove up to my area.
When we say each other for the first time he hugged me, a very forward hug, so the message was already being sent that he was interested in sex. He followed behind me to our table and the first thing he said when we sat down was "I'd love to get my hands on your ass, its hot". Well, that was one of my triggers, hearing a blatantly sexual compliments. At that point I began to feel the familiar warmth in my body and wondered if we'd end up in bed soon.
We had a few drinks, he sat next to me the whole time with his hand on my leg. I was totally fine with it. I wanted him, I liked him, why not? As the night went on our flirting became more intense and both of us were anxious to be alone. Its my policy never to allow a man I don't know well to my home, I've learned the hard way. Since his place was 40 minutes away and we both worked the next morning, we decided just to make out in the car and call it a night.
The kissing was hot, we were both very turned on. It was at this point that THINGS GOT WEIRD! After a long sensual kiss he held my hand and said "there's something you need to know". He proceeded to tell me that he was a diabetic and had an insulin pump implanted in his side. I thought to myself "okay, no big deal that doesn't bother me." Then he told me that he had a very serious foot fetish and that if I wanted be involved with him it would have to be part of our relationship. I said sure, no problem.
I'd never been with a guy with a "serious foot fetish" before so was intrigued, not turned off. He then asked if he could see my feet, and touch them. While massaging my feet and playing with my toes, he described his fetish to me. His biggest turn on was a woman wearing pantyhose. He asked me if I'd mind doing certain things to him with my feet. I told him I was willing to try anything as long as he respected my right to stop at any time.
Then he told me that because of his diabetes, he was unable to get an erection but not to worry, he had a penis pump. He described how it worked. I must have looked a bit horrified because he kept reassuring me that it was no big deal, once he got hard he could stay hard, he just didn't want me to freak out over the device when I saw it. Internally I cringed, it was a turn off. But being the nice girl that I am, I would never let a guy feel rejected because of some silly penis device he needed for medical reasons. I was being open minded, understanding, empathetic. I assured him I would not let the penis pump be a deterrent to what I was hoping (but now not so sure about) would be an otherwise hot sexy encounter.
He then resumed talking about feet and telling me of some of his encounters with women who liked it, and some who didn't. I was getting very bored at that point, which he sensed, so he "unbored me" during our next kissing session by touching me in all the right places. Once again I was turned on and happy. Eventually we said our goodnights and went our separate ways.
During the next week we spoke on the phone several times a day and had lots of steamy phone sex. I realized that this would be a relationship based on sex. Not what I ultimately wanted but something to pass the time until the right guy came along.
Roger was a security guard for a very swanky hotel and worked odd hours. That week Prince happened to be staying in the hotel where he worked and he was assigned to guard the room that he had all his musical equipment set up. He would call me and tell me about conversations he had with Prince and about all the comings and goings of beautiful women and handsome men. He would make up very erotic stories about what he imagined was going on in Prince's rooms. It was fun and he constantly had me in a state of horniness.
Finally our schedules allowed us to meet. It just happened to be his birthday so I told him I was paying for dinner. I made very careful to look as sexy as possible that night and naturally I had a pedicure so my feet would be as soft and pretty as possible. When we met outside the restaurant I thought I sensed something wrong, like he was displeased with me for some reason.
We proceeded to have a wonderful and EXPENSIVE meal but there was definitely a coolness that I had not expected at all from him after a week of phone sex and our very hot and heavy time in his car the week before.
After dinner we got in his car, the plan was to go to his place and finally "consumate" our sex life by really doing it. He drove across to the other side of the parking lot (it was a very big parking lot) and then abruptly slammed on the brakes, turned to me and yelled 'GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CAR RIGHT NOW!' I was so stunned my mind didn't have time to process what was happening so I just sat there. When I could see by the hostility on his face that he was not kidding I reached for the door handle. As I exited his car he said "YOU DUMB BITCH, YOUR NOT WEARING PANTYHOSE, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? YOU KNOW I NEED YOU TO BE WEARING PANTYHOSE AND YOU SHOW UP WITH BARE LEGS......"
I was absolutely furious when I realized this is what had him ticked off from the minute he saw me. I was wearing incredibly sexy open-toed high heels with my bare legs and no panties and he was complaining that I did not have on PANTYHOSE!?
Instead of getting out of the car I turned to him and yelled back at him "If you saw that I wasn't wearing them at the beginning of our date why didn't you just tell me right then instead of pretend you weren't this angry?" He said "steak dinner", with a vindictive smile across his face.
I don't get mad often, but I was livid not to mention humiliated and USED. He sat there and let me pay for a very expensive meal just to get back at me for not wearing pantyhose! He didn't remind me to wear them, he just expected me to remember that from the first night we met.
Needless to say I never spoke to Roger again.
