I read somewhere once that if you want to be satisfied with casual sex, pick a man who doesn’t get it as often as he’d like. That way he’ll be sure to please you. I laughed when I read that; I always go for the flashy types myself. But Easydater has lots of types of men. I thought, why not try something new? My heart raced and my skin flushed as I logged online. There’s nothing like the excitement of hunting for cock. I had dared myself to try something completely different, and I never back down on a dare. I found Joe, a down home country dream man. He was a farmer who said he could come to town ‘except during calving time’. I laughed when I read that. Joe was just the man I was looking for. Call me a romantic, but I pictured some muscular tan man who rose with the roosters every morning, worked hard all day, and returned, sweat glistening off his muscles in the setting sun… Well, when Joe arrived the next day I realized my vision was more than cloudy. He was lean and athletic, but not bulging with muscles. And he had the longest, reddest hippie hair I’d ever seen. The only thing he did have was a tan; his face was very dark. It only took me a minute to decide to get started. If he wasn’t everything I was hoping for I had back-up who was waiting for me to call. The first thing I did was tell Joe to take off his clothes. His was the first ‘farmer’s tan’ I’d ever seen. Joe taught me that phrase. Despite his freaky looks he had a beautiful cock, a fine male specimen of perfection. I helped myself. Joe groaned and cupped his hands behind my head. He pushed. I pulled up. ‘No you don’t,’ I warned. Then I spread. If he wasn’t a good fuck he would be gone in two minutes or less. After approximately forty five seconds I realized he wasn’t going to get any better. I moaned, I wiggled, and I pulled away. ‘I’m done, you can leave now.’ Joe’s jaw dropped. ‘You heard me, get back to them cows, Cowboy!’ Like I said earlier, I had another Easydater man waiting behind door number 2!