J.MEM - (previously Un)Finished Business

It should be noted; I was pretty stoned for this.

After weeks of anticipation and about 12hrs of suggestive text messages (in one of which, I asked for a 'hard yes'), I was finally to fuck J.MEM. Hip hip hooray for big, strong Black men strong enough to drag me around a bed. And there was the chance I would get spanked ! Oh happy day !

BUT
First we had to get food.
AND
We went to Friday's. TGIFriday's.

Thankfully, I was stoned - if you've never been in such a state, grease and hot sauce become your best friends. He had a Sam Adams or something while I got sleepy - so when he asked if I was done and I eagerly said, "Yes, let's get out of here," I'm sure he read that as my overactive libido. And maybe that's why the night ended the way it did.

So
How did the night end ?
I will fucking TELL you how the night ended :::

J.MEM could NOT perform.
And furthermore, he tried to hide this fact by cuddling with me. Which was nice - lying naked in his arms, his nails grazing my back, dozing off to sleep - UNTIL I REALIZED he was as flaccid as ... uh ... some piece of worthless cock.

Dear readers, if you aren't already aware (if this is the case, please consult the archives), I almost exclusively fuck men in their 30s. I've fucked a man or two who was damn near 40. And in my entire sexual life, this is the one and only inccidence of an unrecovered limp willie.

Now, let's never speak of this again.