Today, on her 53rd birthday, Liz wishes you all goodbye. This will be her last blog entry as she leaves SF for the east. She is retiring from her play in San Francisco and plans a more traditional dating life there. Her seven-year romp through the men of Craigslist here is drawing to a close. With two her remaining fuck buddies, Marty of the huge cock and Mark of the fabulous hands, she may or may not find a little more near-anonymous, hot sex before she leaves. She finds herself tired of combing the list for company and is relieved to know that life will be simpler and calmer in the east. She is excited about starting over in a new place, where her history is unknown.
This blog has been the place for Liz to bring salacious stories of her very real adventures out here, commentary on San Francisco’s Craigslist and glimpses into the permanent, sexy, romantic partner she longs for. After meeting more than a thousand and fucking four hundred mostly younger men in seven years (give or take) she is ready for more traditional dating scene, with age appropriate men also seeking a permanent partner.
Liz will leave her blog up, for the random surfers who come through looking for stories of her great blowjobs like this one one and this one; hot, hard anal sex; threesomes like this and this; squirting, and her other playful and naughty adventures. She hopes this blog will continue to entice and entertain those searching for naughty stories and advice on meeting people on Craigslist. Her Craigslist search techniques here and here may continue to help those hoping to find the sex and love they search for on the list.
And to Liz’s loyal readers, who comment, commiserate and understand, sometimes when no one in her “real life” does, she sends warm thoughts to all, and can’t tell you how much your interactions have meant to her.
The San Francisco sex party will continue in her absence, but she’s going back east: she’s going home. She learned a lot at this party and had some seriously good sex, but is weary. The recent baseball/Halloween marathon party in San Francisco drove home her commitment to leaving. Watching San Franciscans party in the streets – stupid, drunken, destructive partying at that – ignoring the devastation and deaths in the east from hurricane Sandy – she knew her place was back there, where she will help hold down the fort with her neighbors against the realities of changing seasons and heavy weather.
She never found her Mr. Right San Francisco, perhaps because this isn’t her place to live permanently. She hopes he’s waiting on the right coast for her to cherish.
Liz is a real person. Her real name is not Liz Doherty but everything else you read here is true. Farewell, San Francisco.