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Something New…

He slowly pulled down her shorts and gazed upon her new black lace panties.
“Those look really good on you… But I bet they would look even better on the floor.” He said as he took the rest of her clothes off. He grabbed her thighs as he placed his head between her legs. Her eyes closed as she began to relax and enjoy him eating her pussy. She looked down at him as he was focused solely on her and her body. His touch was soft and made her feel special.
His eyes caught her watching him. With a smile he vibrated his tongue on her clit to make her squirm. She threw her head back, grabbing the sheets and arching her back as he grabbed her outer thighs and felt her legs begin to shake. The pleasure became so intense that she started to see images of bright reds, oranges and yellow colors. She moaned and grabbed the back of her pillow. Her hands started to move towards his head as her climax grew near. She told him to move a little to the left.
When he readjusted, she let go of every thought that was going through her mind. She started to moan louder and harder as she pantingly yelled out “Right there!” He continued to lick and make his mouth move all across her wet pussy like she had never felt before. Her legs started to shake more as her body continued to feel free. She felt her body releasing emotions as she closed her eyes, held her breath and started to orgasm. She gave out a loud moan and jerked her body upwards feeling amazed at what his tongue could do.
She laid on the bed closed her eyes and took quick short breaths. It was as if every good feeling that she could possibly have happened all at once and then left her body feeling brand new. She felt alive. He picked his head up from between her legs and smiled. He slowly crawled to her and started to kiss her neck gently. She smiled, looked at him and softly said “Wow.”. He laughed and kissed her again. He was proud of himself. He felt accomplished and continued to want to please her. He stared at her for a few seconds when she turned to him, giggled and said, in a flirtatious tone, “Why are you looking at me like that?” He smiled and said genuinely, “You’re so beautiful.” She smiled back at him and kissed him gently. She placed her hand on his face and started to kiss him passionately. They were starting to turn each other on by the touch of one another.
He started to move his hand down her side. He wanted to feel every curve of her body, from her breast to the smallest part of her waist to her hips. He loved her curves and how soft her skin felt. She smelled fresh like spring flowers. He began to move from her mouth down to her nipple. Her nipples were hard and him sucking on them made her feel good. He placed his hand between her legs to feel the warmth of her pussy. He began to slide his fingers into her. She started to moan. His fingers moved in and out of her pussy and he could feel how wet she was for him. He slid his fingers out of her when she whispered “I want your dick inside me.” She grabbed his penis and placed it inside of her.
Her pussy was tight. He could feel every inch of his long pulsating cock slamming in and out of her. She started to moan louder screaming his name. He placed her legs in the air and continued to ram her with his dick. She had her arms resting over his shoulders digging her nails into his back. He told her to turn over. She got on all fours and looked back at him. He grabbed her hips tightly and started to fuck her from behind. He whispered to her how tight her pussy was. He wanted to make sure he knew that her pussy was the only one he wanted. She started to scream with pleasure as her arms began to buckle from beneath her. Her face laid into the pillow. He continued to penetrate her harder and faster. She continued to moan. She put one arm on the wall and started to sit up. The bed was shaking uncontrollably. She grabbed the sheets and began to yell out, “Oh my gosh! I’m about to cum!” He yelled out “Me too!”. He continued to fuck her as her body and his came at the same time. His hot, sticky cum filled the inside of her vagina as she let out a scream. He pulled out of her and watched his cum drip from out of her vagina, down the back of her leg and onto the sheets. She slowly moved down on to her stomach and closed her eyes, breathing heavily. He brushed his hand along her hair and felt how soft it was. He stared at her kissed her on the forehead. He was upset he had to cut their time together so short. He left for work late at night and she continued to lay in bed naked with the smell of his sweat on her body. She was happy he came to see her, in more ways than one.

 

Really curious as to what people think about this story that I wrote. Please provide as much feedback as you can. This style of writing is 100% new to me and I would like to know your honest opinion. It has been a while since I have Written something on here and I apologize to my fans! I still love you! And appreciate all of the support!!! Much love!

-Sause

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Girls Don’t Poop…

I always wonder to myself if anyone, male or female, have ever been in the same situations as I have. It’s funny because when I explain my stories in person they believe everything I am telling them. I think they either have been there before and know exactly how I’m feeling. Or it is possible I tell the story so well that I make them believe me.
I was with my ex boyfriend at my house a while back and we had just finished having sex. He let me know he was going to take a shower and had mentioned before that he wanted me to join him. Although I was dating him for a while I would always get shy around him so I had never showered with him. He went to the bathroom upstairs and had turned on the water. I was feeling extra sexy that day so I decided to throw on some lingerie to seductively remove it and join him. This new found confidence in myself had me thinking I could conquer the world. I ran up the stairs feeling somewhat nervous about what I was going to do. I took a deep breath and opened the door. My boyfriend had the shower running and was sitting on the toilet taking a shit. I hit him with the door. Our eyes caught and I could not help but start laughing! I was so embarrassed and I’m sure he was too. It all happened so fast that I didn’t know what else to do except laugh hysterically at the situation I had just put myself in. We had never spoke about it afterwards because it was such an embarrassing issue that we dropped it.
No body ever wants to talk about seeing their boyfriend or girlfriend poop! I take that back, girls don’t poop, poop. We shit unicorns and fart glitter. You didn’t know? I always find myself waking up in bed with someone and my stomach starts to hurt. I’ll usually look over and see if they are awake. If he is rolled over I will gently tiptoe over to the bathroom to release some glitter from my body.
Girls have so much pressure of being pretty and being clean that it is so embarrassing to fart in front of someone you like! I work with all men and trust me when I say I have heard every kind of bodily function you can think of come from them. They don’t phase me because I’m not trying to fuck with any of them so I could care less about how they think I look or act at work. When I’m in bed with someone though it is a totally different issue.
There is a guy I am consistently sleeping with now and sometimes we eat super late. We go to bed have sex then wake up in the morning cuddling. I start to feel pressure building up in my stomach and I know what is happening. I gently remove his hands from me and walk to the bathroom to do my business. The most embarrassing part is if I really have to fart. I’m almost positive he can hear me because his bathroom is literally next to his bedroom! How is that romantic at all?!? We wake up in each others arms after having a nice evening out and I totally have to make the bathroom sparkle with some glitter shooting out my ass?!? How is that at all attractive??
I’m not going to lie and I know damn well some other females have done this too. I have had him drop me off at home, kiss me bye and run immediately to the bathroom to let go of my glitter and unicorns. I will suffer for a little bit just so this guy I like does not hear me in the bathroom! The struggle is real I know but every girl has done it. They may not admit to it but they have done it. The next time you are with your girl in bed rub her stomach a little bit to make her feel better then step out of the room for a couple minutes and see if she runs directly to the bathroom then gets into bed like she didn’t go anywhere. Guarantee you will catch her. Especially if you had a late dinner that last night. It might be my body but I know I have told this to so many people and they laugh because they know it is true! I’m not going to fart in front of a guy I like unless it is an accident and even then I would be so embarrassed. The struggle of being a female in today’s society is real!

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-Sause

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Pain and Pleasure…

This past weekend I was choked out while having sex. Honestly, I had a mans hand wrapped around my neck squeezing me until I could not breathe. It was the first time I had ever experienced sex in that manner and caught me off guard from what I remember. The rough sex left me sore when I woke up in the morning but was a pleasurable kind of pain.
I met this guy online who had told me he was going through a divorce, had a daughter and was not looking for a relationship. I thought he was attractive so I decided to meet him in person. He was tall, had a nice smile and had facial hair.
We met at a park and walked around for a while with his dog. We wanted to get to know each other a little more before we had sex so he asked me if I would like to grab some drinks and dinner. We walked to the car and it was non stop conversation from there. We laughed about different things going on around us and also had some serious conversations. He told me he used to be addicted to drugs but has changed for the better to be an excellent father for his daughter. He told me stories about his past and what his goals were for his future. To me, it seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders despite what he had told me about his past.
Despite what people think, I do believe that people can change and that everyone has some form of “baggage”. Weather or not you are going to accept that “baggage” and continue to talk to them is up to you.
I personally did not mind anything he was telling me. We had such great conversation! I thought he was sexy and let him kiss me while we were at the bar. We watched a beautiful sunset. I could feel the sexual tension building as he held my hand and we walked along the beach. He kissed me some more and my face started to tickle from the scruffiness of his facial hair. I laughed and kissed him back. We eventually made it to dinner and had an excellent meal. He told me from across the table that he was hard from looking at me. I didn’t believe him until I took my shoe off and felt for his dick with my foot underneath the table. He was rock hard. My eyes lit up and I smiled at him because I could now tell what he was packing.
I hate when you’re totally into a guy and they end up letting you down with a small cock. I’ll be honest. I’ve noticed with skinnier men that they have the longer thicker dicks. Obviously that’s not going to be the case every time but from my experiences slimmer white guys are the way to go.
We left the restaurant and started to walk back to the car. As we were walking he whispered in my ear that he would do some naughty things to me. I looked at him, smiled and said “Like what?”. He told me that he liked pleasure with pain. He wanted to choke me right before I would cum and said it would feel amazing. I told him I would try it. After that he threw me on the grass of someone’s lawn and we started making out like crazy. I gave him head on the way back to the house because I couldn’t wait to see his dick and make him cum.
We returned back to his house and he immediately started to rip my clothes off and taste my pussy. I was already wet. When I told him to get on top of me and fuck me, he tapped my face lightly. I told him if he hit me I would hit him back. He started to get more turned on when I told him that and instructed me to slap him hard across his face. I did. He told me to slap him again but this time harder! So, I did. He then jumped on top of me and started fucking me hard. He put his hand around my throat and my eyes started to roll back. It felt good. We fucked for about three hours of non stop pleasure. Yes, we took breaks in between but there was some kind of connection that made him and I not want to take our hands off of each other.
We eventually fell asleep and woke up the next morning fucking some more. My throat felt like it was bruised and when I went to the bathroom I saw marks. I wasn’t mad but it was a definite shock to see. The marks were nothing that some make up couldn’t cover up. He apologized and told me his intention was not to hurt me but to receive pleasure with a little bit of pain. He kissed me bye and told me he would see me around. We have another date planed for this week and am excited to see him and have sex with him again!

-Sause

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Pussy is Power…

Men on tinder are so funny. This app could possibly be one of the funniest apps I have acquired to my phone in a while. It is so easy to open up and wait for the messages to roll in. I’m not just talking messages though. I’m talking food, concert tickets, baseball games, sex, anything I want I could probably find on there. The combination of pussy and a cute face is so powerful that if I don’t feel like cooking or paying for dinner, I can go online that day and get plans for that night!

My intention however is not to screw guys over. Most of the time I seriously want to go out with them and meet new people. If we have sex at the end of the night so be it. If it was good sex it was a plus, and I would probably fuck them again! If it was bad then at least I got dinner paid for and possibly some good conversation.

What I don’t understand however is the amount of people claiming they want a relationship. Bro, you’re on a dating website based solely around sex. I have yet to find a person on tinder or any site who says they are looking for a relationship and actually follow through with their intentions. I get messages like “Hey sexy!”, or “I could be the next story on your blog!”, or this is by far my favorite line “Hey! Can I snort a line of pixie sticks off your ass?” What? The messages are endless with pick-up lines hoping girls will respond so men can attempt to get some pussy! I wish these guys would just cut to the chase and let me know, “I just want to fuck you until you cum!” Why on earth would you waste your time and money taking me out getting to know me when all you want is some ass? The app is a game and never to be taken seriously. We could all save ourselves a bunch of money and time if we would be upfront about what we really want.

Truthfully I get along more with the guys who tell me upfront that they just want to fuck me. There is no shame in logging online to find someone to have sex with. Females too! If you don’t want a commitment, be honest about it! The only person who is going to know what you do behind closed doors is yourself until you tell someone. I feel like people are so quick to judge others and their habits with sex and who they choose to be with. It is 2014; there are so many different types of people out there! I’ve met plenty of people from different sexual backgrounds and I don’t judge because I have no reason to. I’ve met people who have only had sex with one person, and people who are swingers! I’ve met people who have done three ways and have invited me to be in one also! My opinion on three ways is a different story. I don’t like to share, so it would have to be with two men but that’s beside the point.

Sex is such a “closed door” topic. Why is that? Is it because we are ashamed of what we do or maybe the people we do it with? I have no issues discussing my sexual preferences. I like penis! I chose to have sex with someone based on if I think they are attractive. It may seem shallow but personality will come after looks. You wouldn’t walk up to someone in the mall you thought was ugly and say to them, “I bet you have a great personality! Would you like to have dinner with me?” No! And you’re not going to message someone you think is unattractive either! Once in a blue moon a less attractive guy might have a killer pick up line where I’ll respond, but for the most part that’s hard to find.

At the moment I am talking to a guy who we have made it clear that we are not looking for anything more than friendship and great sex. There is no expectation of a relationship or anything more than friendship and sex. I haven’t had sex with him yet because of location purposes but come this weekend it’s going down; or more like I’m going to go down on him and vice versa.

Oral could possibly be one of my biggest turn on’s! I love a man who can eat good pussy! I love to shove a man’s face between my legs and let him eat breakfast, lunch, dinner and a midnight snack! Now, I’m not saying to blow up my inbox with stupid messages like “I want to lick your box.” Or “I want a taste of your pussy.” What I am saying is be honest about what it is exactly you want! I don’t lie on my profile when people ask me what I want. I am a 23 year old, 5’4″, blonde, fun female who is just looking for a good time! If a relationship happens cool! If friendship happens even better! If it’s a one night stand, awesome! All I ask is for honesty when I am talking with someone and I think everyone deserves at least that much. Take my advice and see where it leads. I’m positive there are other females like me also but maybe a little shy! Just have fun! No judgments! πŸ˜‰

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No Lube…

The first time I tried anal was with this guy I met online. I always used to tell my friends before I was a “sexual explorer” that I would never do it. The thought would freak me out. I had the scene from the movie, “Zack and Miri Make A Porno” stuck in my head when ever we would talk about it. The part where the girl was constipated and started doing anal to “clear her clog”. Literally all of her shit came out of her ass! I told myself “Hell no!!” and would immediately start laughing whenever the subject of anal would come up. My friends and I would go on long car trips quite often so we had plenty of time on our hands to discuss things like sex, dick and anal. Even if we were not on a long car trip sex was always a topic being discussed. I know there are a few people reading this that would never admit out loud to doing anal but they’re reading this and saying “Yup, I remember that one time.” I’m not afraid to say out loud that I have done anal on a few different occasions. A part of me did it because it’s what the guy liked. One or two of them I thought could possibly be gay after the experience I had. Another part of me was just plain curious! Since I have become more open with my body over the past couple years I did decide to try it.

The first time I tried it was with this one guy in the military. Him and I had been having sex for a while and he wanted to do anal so I said, “Sure!” At this point I had only heard about anal from my gay friends and had never experienced it or ever attempted to do it so I had no idea how it was supposed to be done. I thought to myself, “This guy must know what he’s doing if he’s asking to fuck my asshole.” I’m just laying back and letting this happen to me. He’s kissing me and touching me. There is nothing out of the ordinary going on. Until he starts to lick his fingers and play with my butthole! He started to finger me and it felt weird but not enough where I asked him to stop. He keeps using his spit as lube for his fingers to go up my ass. I’m laughing to myself thinking, “How on earth is this supposed to turn me on? You’re pretty much spitting on my ass?” I let him continue because it seemed he was really getting off on it. The time had finally come where he was ready to go up my butt. He put the tip in. It was one of the worst feelings in the world going in with NO LUBE! I didn’t know what it was supposed to feel like or how anal was supposed to be done! The feeling alone of a thick dick going up my asshole was unexplainable. Anal was like taking a huge, nasty, disgusting reverse shit and shoving it back inside you. When he put his dick up my butt my eyes must have opened up wide as wide as they could go. It hurt and I was not feeling it at all! He loved how tight my ass was. I told him to stop because it did really hurt and was super uncomfortable. He stopped but was happy that I tried because it was something he liked doing. We fucked around some more and I was comfortable to try it again.

Vaginal sex didn’t feel good the first time I tried it, so why should anal? I continued to have anal sex with him and it stopped hurting. Anal never got me turned on though. I don’t do it now because I’ve learned my body and anal has no feeling to me. I once had a guy nearly have his whole hand up my butt and I couldn’t feeling anything! I’m almost positive that’s not normal so I prefer to have regular, man and woman, PENIS to VAGINA sex. It feels much better to me and I don’t walk funny the next day either. Unless I’m with a black guy then I role myself to work in my wheelchair I keep stashed in my closet just incase. πŸ˜‰

-Sause

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30 Years Young…

30 Years Young…

I recently started dating this man. I said man because HE IS A MAN. He is a few years older than me but not too much. Age ain’t nothing but a number if you both can see past it. Of course he can see past it! I’m a young, hot, blonde who loves to have sex and have fun! I keep him young even though he has no problem keeping up with me. Him and I have been seeing each other for almost a month so we are still very fresh. I always tell myself “Don’t catch feelings!” but it almost always seems to happen. Some men I like more than others and sometimes I want someone there only for the company. He to me is much more than just “company”. After getting to know each other for a couple weeks I finally stopped blowing him off and decided to go over to his house and meet up with him. I prayed he looked like his picture and didn’t end up looking like an old 30 year old. When I first saw his pictures I thought “Eh, he’s alright” but I ended up taking a chance. When I saw him my reaction was he’s tall and has an awesome smile! We hugged then went inside and talked for a while. I told him the first time he messaged me I ignored him. I don’t know why but I did. We laughed and talked about what he and I did for work. We talked about sports and what we liked to do for fun. It was like our own little date inside his house. It was getting late so he showed me around his house and we ended up in his bedroom. He started kissing me and that’s when things started to heat up. He had sent me pictures of his dick before so I knew what to expect but what I didn’t expect was for how long this man could eat pussy for. He used his tongue to play with my clit for a minimum of 45 minutes if not more. His dick was above average size and felt amazing inside me. We would go from lightly kissing to making out hard core and leaving a trail of clothes behind us to the bedroom. He bruised my ear because he was tugging it so hard! Our chemistry was great and I felt free to act and be myself around him. When we would lay in bed together he would always ask me, “What are you thinking about?” I would always respond with, “Nothing.” When in reality I’m thinking “How on earth did this awesome guy find me and how is he single?” To me, I feel like it is so hard for me to express how I feel in words. What I’m saying comes out wrong or it is taken the wrong way so I hide my feelings from that particular person because I do not want to get hurt or make the other person feel uncomfortable. For all I know this guy could only like me because of the way my pussy tastes! I like having fun, going out and being myself but when someone else come into the mix it’s like I become this sad lost little puppy and I don’t know what to do with myself because I can’t express myself appropriately. I haven’t lied to him about anything and am trying to take things slow. I thought to myself things are going well until I found a letter from his wife dated about a year ago. “I didn’t know he was married.” I thought to myself. I’ve had women message me before saying I’ve been sleeping with their husband so you can imagine how I felt. I felt stupid! So, I packed my stuff and left while he was at work. I walked outside only to find out that my car was towed! Yes!!! My car got towed at his apartment complex. Not only did I have to walk into his building office and ask them where my car was, I had to do it with the knowledge that this man was married and for all I know could have signed up for this apartment with his wife! I got the information about my car and called a cab to bring me to the towing company. I called this man and told him what had happened. He felt bad because he had told me to park there and offered to pay. I told him I didn’t need him to do that and eased into asking him about his wife. He told me he was going to tell me when the time was right. I believe him to a certain degree. When is ever the right time to tell someone that kind of information? To be honest I don’t care about past marriages. I believe everything happens for a reason and if I would have known about it before I would have brushed it off like it was nothing. I was more upset that I found out that way when I was honestly looking for a pen. I addressed the issue and we talked for about an hour. He told me it is a part of his life he does not like to think about and I understand that completely. Where is the heads up though? I had asked him when we first met if he was married. To me that implies an answer with something like, “No, I am not married but I have been before.” To him his answer was “No, I’m not married.” I asked a few different guys at work what their opinion was on this and they ALL answered the same as him. When I asked the women what they thought they all agreed with me. It is amazing to see the difference in how men and women think about dating and how words are phrased. These past couple days have literally blown my mind with the different responses I have had from both men and women over this situation. When I told some of my friends this situation and that he hadn’t talked to me in a couple days some men said, “Well you were snooping in his apartment and he’s probably never going to talk to you again.” Other guys said, “You’re fine! He’s probably just needs some time to himself to figure things out. You did just bring up his ex wife.” After he hadn’t talked to me in a couple days I started freaking out thinking to myself, “What did I do wrong???” Turns out he did want some time to himself. He explained to me what he was going through at work and that it had nothing to do with what had happened this past weekend. It made me think to myself that maybe I do really like this guy if I’m freaking out about him not texting me or calling me like he usually does on a daily basis. I’m willing to look past the marriage ordeal and start new with him. It has only been a month so I’m not at the point where if we stopped talking now I would be emotionally distressed. I’m at the point where I would like to continue to see him but take things slow and go with the flow. Who knows, maybe the flow will develop into a river, or an ocean or 70% of the earths water.

-Sause

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Um… I Shaved My Legs for This…

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When I first moved here I decided to try and get active by joining a fast pitch softball league on the weekends. We have practices during the week and have games on Sundays. It’s a small league that is slowly growing for women 18 and older to play in. When I first joined a team I became close with the manager. She and I would go to concerts or she would invite me over when her and her husband would host parties at their house. When I mentioned to her I was single she asked if I would like her to introduce me to a friend of hers who was single also. She showed me a picture and I said “Uh, yes!” I thought he was cute. She described his personality to me as sweet, hard working and intelligent. I ended up meeting him at a party she was having and we seemed to hit it off right away. I could tell he had been drinking a lot but nothing I couldn’t handle. He wasn’t extremely tall but he was taller than me, which is always a plus. He almost always wore a hat when I saw him and he had a little bit of a beard going on which was well maintained. He was a little on the pudgy side but I didn’t think anything of it. He was very well mannered and very respectful towards me. We ended up walking over to a bar together and played darts. It was my first time playing so I didn’t expect to beat him. He kicked my ass at darts. We must have been in the bar for about 2 hours just drinking, laughing, talking and getting to know each other. He even pulled that trick where he said since he won he deserved a kiss. I was feeling him so I did it. We walked back to the house. The walk was cute, he made me walk on the inside of the curb in case a car came up on the sidewalk. Very gentlemen like. We got back to the house and ended up sitting and talking on the couch. It was funny because I had just met him that night and he started rubbing my feet! In my head I was like “Great, this guy has a weird foot fetish. How weird!” Turns out he was trying to be nice because he saw the boots I was wearing. We ended up passing out on the couch. I woke up, then woke him up also. It was early when we walked outside and exchanged numbers. During the week he worked about two hours away from where I lived so he asked me if he could take me out the following weekend. I smiled and said “Yes.” We started texting during the week here and there asking about how our days were and such. Normal things to get conversations started. We talked about what kinds of movies, music and food we like. On our first date he literally drove me around to every different part of San Diego. All the way from the Naval Base to La Jolla to Mission Beach and beyond. It was a fun getting to know each other date. He told me different stories about when he was in high school and college and what he liked to do around town when he was younger because he grew up in the area. We went on a couple more dates after that where we would hang out, walk on the beach, go to dinner. Average things that couples getting to know each other would do. It was the first time in a while where he was the only person I was seeing at the time. I kept telling myself not to sleep with him so fast only because I didn’t want to mess anything up. So when the time came where I was asked if I wanted to stay over after about four dates I said sure with the intention of “I’m having sex tonight.” Let me throw this out there that there is NOTHING wrong with being a respectful gentlemen towards a women but I will say that I would prefer an aggressive guy in bed rather than a timid one. This was the first time that I had ever slept in the same bed as a man where he did not attempt to try and touch me. At all. My reaction in my head was unexplainable. It went something like “Um, I shaved my legs for this? What the fuck?” My immediate response was “Maybe he isn’t attracted to me? I’ll let it go and just think of him being a very respectful, cute, shy guy.” I spoke to some friends at work about it and they all said the same thing you’re thinking. “You bitch! He’s probably just a really nice guy and doesn’t want to rush into anything! Relax and take your time.” One girl pointed out “Maybe, he has a small dick?” I looked at all of them and thought they were right. I’ll take my time with this guy because he seems real. A few nights go by where I stay over some more and the same thing keeps happening. At this point I’m like “No way he keeps asking me out and not wanting to fuck me or at least attempt to make a move at all.” Eventually I asked him what the deal was because I wanted to know. He seemed caught off guard when I asked him why we hadn’t had sex yet. He told me he was a very respectful guy. I left it alone at that then rolled over and went to sleep. All of a sudden he started to touch my body. Slowly moving his hands from my back, down to my hips and moving along to rubbing my pussy. I was getting wet as he stuck his hand down my pants and started fingering me. I started pulling off my leggings and panties to make it easier for him to touch me. He took off his shorts and we started fucking. Honestly, it wasn’t the best sex ever. It felt very forced and thinking back now I wasn’t really into it. Don’t get me wrong he could make my legs shake as he played with my clit with his tongue but the actual penis to vagina intercourse was not as great as I thought. It wasn’t horrible but it felt like there was no passion. Sex with him was boring to me. I now realize that I enjoyed his company more than I actually enjoyed him. I kept going out with him because at the end of the da who really wants to be alone when you’re going to bed? I did like him to a certain degree and enjoyed his company very much. I think he felt the same way I did about sex because after a few weeks he started to ignore me. I called him to figure out what his deal was when he told me he would much rather be friends. I was in shock he friend zoned me because he kept asking me to go out with him? I later saw on Facebook THAT DAY that he was “in a relationship” with another girl. I thought to myself “Well that makes perfect sense… NOT!” Where on earth did this guy have the time to go out with another girl when for the past how ever many weekends I was in his bed? When he told me he wanted to stay friends I looked at the text and said “OK!” But after seeing the relationship status and pictures of them kissing and such I let it go. It was more of an initial shock. I felt played! I think the only reason I was somewhat upset was because I wanted to end it first! There was nothing wrong with him I just don’t think we clicked as much as we thought and he realized that before I did. The one thing I wish would have changed was he should have been honest with me about it. Other than that, I see it as another man playing the dating game of who he wants to be with. I feel like honesty is so much better though. I am currently dating a guy and he has recently just told me that I am the only person he is seeing. I’m not skeptical about it because he hasn’t done anything to make me not trust him. I told him that he is the only person I am seeing also and I would like to continue to date him which is a true statement. I’m almost positive he will enjoy this little shout out in this story and take it as a good sign for the future. Honestly is always the best policy in life.

-Sause

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