On Sunday, I get home late from a holiday party and immediate get an IM from Magic Stick. After some forgettable small talk, he randomly asks, "What do you like?" So I randomly answer, "Flowers." Then he writes, "Stay awake for a while. I have some personal matters to attend to. Be right back." I'm buzzed and tired so I get ready for bed.
At around 3am, I hear my door buzzer go off. In my head, I'm thinking it's just some bootie call that got the wrong door. Then, I get a text from Magic Stick, verifying my apartment number! He proceeds to call me. I feel bad so I buzz him in. He is standing at the door with purple carnations at fucking 3am.
Magic Stick immediately steps in and tries to kiss me. I push him away. I thank him for the flowers and crawl back into bed. He starts taking off some of his clothes. I guess I must feel bad so I let him sleep over, but I make it very clear that we are not having sex. Magic Stick gets into bed and presses his magic stick against my thigh. He then cuddles with me and I pretend that I have fallen asleep. The next morning, I wake up to him caressing and sucking my nipples. I enjoy it for what it is since I literally haven't gotten any since Mr. Ireland. But then, his lips come close to mine, and that's when I push him away again. Magic Stick is definitely determined and tells me that he wants to go down on me but we don't have to have sex. I am so turned off by his desperation at this point that I push him away again. Magic Stick eventually gives up and leaves, but not without asking me for a kiss again. I give him a hug as a consolation prize.
Normally, I would find such a gesture somewhat romantic. But with Magic Stick, it was just down right creepy!
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