I met Tamp Boy (Ryan from Red Flags Equal Fun) Sunday April 24th and hung out with him a total of four times before I wrote him off Tuesday May 3rd. The first time, I realized how many red flags there were going in, but still had my fun. Then encounters two through four were a downward spiral, but I guess that is expected when there are so many red flags. This is part three of a three part post for Tampa Boy Encounters #2-4.
Tampa Boy Encounter #4
I fell asleep shortly after Tampa left at 6am on Sunday, May 1st. I had plans that day, so my alarm was set for 12:30pm. When I woke up, I saw that Tampa forgot his bluetooth on my nightstand. I sent him a picture to let him know. He asked if I could bring it by his hotel. Confused, I asked if he didn’t check out yet. Supposedly he had to stay longer for some meetings that were added to his schedule. I told him I had plans that day, but maybe I could swing by later that evening.
At around 9pm, I dropped my friends off at home and texted Tampa saying I could come by his hotel. I was expecting to be up all night with him again, but he caught me off guard by saying to leave his bluetooth at the front desk, his son was at the hotel with him. I was exhausted anyways and just wanted to go home and sleep. He texted me thanks. I texted him saying that he owes me big time when he comes back to Chicago.
I don’t even know why I brought him the bluetooth. It makes him look like the tool bag that he is. I should have told him I’m doing him a favor and throwing it out. But I’m too nice for that. So now it’s back in his possession.
Monday night rolled around and at 11:53pm, Tampa texts saying he could tie me up as a thank you for bringing him his bluetooth. After some flirty texting, he told me he’s still in town for one last night. It was late, but I didn’t have to be up early the next day, so I agreed to meet him at his hotel.
When I arrived, he told me he needed to run to the store quickly to buy some things and if I was good he would buy me a treat. I laughed to indulge him, but was disgusted by him at the same time. I drove him down the street, he got what he needed, then told me to drive to Frenchy’s. His rules, I could chose whatever I wanted, but nothing that would go in his butt. I laughed, but agreed. On the way there, he said that he wanted to go dancing before we go back to his hotel. It was already 2am, but I agreed.
The idea of going dancing sparked an idea. When we got to Frenchy’s I knew exactly what I was looking for. I examined the entire store, but didn’t see it. I was about to ask the guy behind the counter, but then Tampa said we should go somewhere else, he didn’t like the way the guy was talking to him. Red flag.
We left. I googled another 24 hour adult store. Our next stop was Lover’s Playground. I went in and asked the guy right away if they had what I was looking for and they did. I grabbed the toy, showed it to Tampa, and said “This is what I want if we’re going dancing.”
“What is it?” Tampa asked.
“It’s a remote control bullet vibrator.” I told him, “We’re going dancing. You get the remote. I get the vibrator.”
He smiled and then he grabbed a one hitter and some condoms. We got into my car and drove to a club. We sat in my car for a minute to get the batteries in the toy and the remote and tested them to make sure they worked. Once we confirmed this, I turned them off and handed him the remote, telling him to surprise me with it when we got into the club. He put the remote in his pocket. I then pulled my pants down and inserted the bullet. He was shocked that I did it right then and there. I laughed and pulled my jeans back up. We got out of the car and walked into the club at around 3am.
We went to the bar and each ordered our drinks. The anticipation of the vibrations to come were making me so wet. As the bartender made our drinks, Tampa looked at me and reached into his pocket that he put the remote in. I watched intently. He then removed his hand. I was eager for him to press the button, and he didn’t. We got our drinks and sat for a minute to drink them. He talked. I nodded, but hardly listened. All I could think about was the toy and how much I wanted him to put his hand back in his pocket to turn it on.
Once we finished our drinks, I stood up, grabbed his hand, and started to guide him behind me to the dance floor. Suddenly, it happened. He pressed the button. The vibrations were a pleasant addition to the crowded club scene. We got to the dance floor, he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass against his crotch and started to grind up against me. I reached into his pocket trying to push the button to increase the pulse of the vibrations. He pushed my hand away and held them against my hips with his hands.
We danced like this for an entire song before he let go of my hands. I was soaking wet. I wanted more. He then reached into his pocket and pressed the button. The vibrator went from a constant vibration, to a stronger and more rapid pulse. Oh my god! This was so fucking hot! Several more songs played. We danced. We made out. He played with the remote some more. Then 3:45am approached, last call. We left.
The vibrator still going, I told him to turn it off while I’m driving. He agreed that that was probably a good idea. As I drove, he started to roll a blunt and asked if he could smoke. I told him to put it away and that he couldn’t smoke in my car. He ignored me and continued to roll it. Red flag. We were on the expressway, I wasn’t going to pull over at that moment to tell him to fuck off. He lit the blunt. Red flag. I was pissed.
We pulled up to his hotel. I tried to play it cool and just let the blunt go. When we got inside, I went and laid down on his bed. He sat at the end and got on his phone. Red flag. I laid there, waiting patiently for him to get off, but then asked him what he was doing. He said he was ordering food and checking emails. He handed me the remote. I turned the bullet on and I waited some more. Now he’s really preoccupied. I’m soaking wet, but annoyed. He got off his phone, grabbed his laptop and spent several minutes typing. It’s 4:30am and all I wanted to do was fuck and pass out, but no, he had work to do? Red flag.
Once he finished, he went in to kiss me briefly, but then grabbed his iPad. Red flag. He got on pornhub and started looking for porn. I’m fine with porn, but he didn’t even seem to want to include me at this point. Red flag. He seemed more absorbed in the porn than me. Red flag. It seemed like I was basically a sex receptacle for him to stick his dick in once he got it up from the porn. Red flag.
I tried not to take it personally. The sex we had on the first night was awesome and I wanted more of that. But when I tried to get involved, he was telling me all he wanted to do was watch two beautiful women getting it on. He said, “I like watching girls kiss and touch each other’s tits.” Red flag.
I stopped trying to get involved and sat there while he continued to find the porn he needed. He seemed to slow down a bit in his search. Spaced. Looked at the TV for a bit which had music videos playing, then back to iPad scrolling slower and slower. Strung out. Red flag. He then slowly stripped naked and laid back almost lifelessly. Red flag. He told me to do with him whatever I want, no rules. I laughed and told him he obviously has rules of no butt stuff which he mentioned earlier. He repeated, no rules.
His body now limp, he laid there waiting. Red flag. I went in and kissed him, then worked my way with my mouth down to his dick. He praised me for my technique, but still seemed like he was somewhere else and not present. Red flag. Mid blow job, his hotel room phone rings. I take my mouth off his dick. He answers. His pizza was downstairs. He asked for me to go get it because I was still clothed. I went down and grabbed it. Then came back up, putting the pizza on the table by the TV.
“Get on top,” Ryan demanded. He had put a condom on while I ran downstairs.
I stripped. Kissed him. Pulled the bullet out of my vagina. Then slid his dick inside of me, riding him. Not even an entire song later, he came. I didn’t. Red flag. I got off of him. He then got up, grabbed a slice, and sat in the chair by the window, sprawled out, eating his pizza. Red flag. Realizing how strung out he was, I grabbed my vibrator from my purse, turned it on, shut my eyes, and got in the zone. He watched from the chair. I was already so turned on from the dancing with the vibrator and the little bit of sex, the vibrator against my clit, my orgasm came easily. I started to breath heavily, my back arched, I let out a slight sigh, and then quivered a bit as I came. Once I came down from my orgasm, I loosened up, pulled my vibrator away from my clit, and turned it off.
Tampa then asked, “That was it? You came?” Red flag.
“Yes, I did. It was awesome, no thanks to you.” I then got up and told him I was leaving.
The chair he was sitting on was near my purse and clothes. As I grabbed them to get dressed, he tried to pull me in to sit on his lap and told me I should stay. It was about 5:30am at the time. I was tired and just wanted to go home and sleep in my bed. He said he was sorry for being bad company and explained he was in a bad place, he is in the middle of fighting a custody battle and he was down so took a Xanax when we got to the hotel. Red flag. I told him I should have just stayed home, I could have masturbated in the comfort of my own bed hours ago and be sleeping. I walked off, he said bye, I didn’t respond.
I drove home and passed out immediately. The next afternoon when I woke up, I had a text from him. He was trying to apologize for being a dick, saying that he has a lot going on in his life especially with the custody battle, and he tried to tell me he still wants to hang out with me.
On Tuesday, May 3rd at 11:15pm nearly 12 hours after his text to me, I sent my final text to him saying:
Yea, I gathered that. After last night, it’s obvious that you have a lot going on in your life. At the moment, I’m done. I can’t waste my time with someone who doesn’t respect me or my time. Maybe once you get your life together, we can talk about having some more fun, but right now, it’s a nah bruh!
I then attached a gif of a magic 8 ball, but even after trying to send it at least 10 times, it still didn’t send. Total bummer, the gif would have been the cherry on top of the text, but I guess the text will have to do. He didn’t respond or acknowledge that text, but he still tried to text me the next two nights to ask what I was doing. I ignored him.
The final red flag was waved and I was spent.