Mr Mink

Sitting in Cape Town, I can't help but think about a boy that we call "Mr Mink". Now I was minding my own business looking for a bathroom at a work function that we had here and I bumped into someone, who said "hey, aren't you guy from bar after absinthe's girlfriend?" my response, no darling, I am a free agent. with a BIG smile Mr Mink says "Ok cool, I will see you later then"

He was young, he looked young and I didn't recognise him, even after he tried to describe where I met him. GBF (Gay Best Friend) was with me and looked at me and we moved on. We bumped into him a bit later at another place and we coordinated our coitus that evening. It would be in my room because his roommate had also found someone. I had a roommate, what was I going to do with her now *think, think, think*. After trying to organise her a place to sleep she said she would just sleep and not make any noise, strange but ok. It must have been ok because I have always wanted someone to watch, but I digress.

I gave him my room card and told him to arrive in an hour and I would wait for him. He arrived and we started making out and trying very hard to be silent. Bra came off, pants came off, condom went on and then when I tried to feel my hand was pushed away - ooookkkk. As I waited in anticipation for the obviouse monster that was supposed to penetrate, I felt nothing............. But he was working hard. If you could see my face, I was in absolute shock and horror, so I decided to sleep. I don't know how long he was going for, I slept.........

In the morning, I opened for him and I think it was a high 5 or a fist bump, or was it a hug - who knows, all I knew was that it was an uncomfortable sleep with my head hitting the headboard. My friend then laughed at me becuase she says she heard no sounds - hahhahahahahahahaha!!!!!

He acted like I didn't know him the next day and was over him, but I was still curious, what happened? Was I just that drunk that I didn't feel anything? I had to find out. When we got back to Joburg, he called me up, his girlfriend was out of town, I could come to his place. I drive all the way to Pretoria and I indeed figured out what the problem was........... He was indeed a small boy *hidesface*. At that moment, I wished I could've drank more.

The name Mr Mink came from a picture that he sent me of his maybe 3cm member in a mink blanket. He was trying to entice me, now, I always wonder: Ladies, what are you telling to these little dick guys that makes them think they rock your worlds sooooo much???? Yes I went back again and again to Mr Mink - that also told me I had to get a handle on my alcohol and deal with my loneliness issues. You can't have bad sex just because you are lonely.

A couple of years later, he sends me an email: do you want some D? Me: I have a flu, maybe next time. As I have a sip of my martini in Hyde Park. Aint nobody got time for that!!