A Sexy Friendship
I havent talked about Sexy Friend much, but its not because hes not great, its just that our relationship is EXACTLY how I want it; 100% carnal.
I mean, we get along, but theres no emotional attachment there, which is exactly what I want and need.
Sexy Friend is GKs friend, I met him the night after I ditched R.
Hes a bit of a tumultuous human, but not in a LOOK OUT HERE HE COMES! kind of way...more in an endearing way; a way that if you werent actively perusing him, youd want to bang the ever-loving shit out of him, because hes captivating enough to want to be around, but theres no thinking beyond that;
So, a sex-based relationship is just fantastic.
What I LOVE about him is that every time we get together, its different.
Imagine John Lennon meets Bob Dylan meets Perry Ferrell, with a little bit of Matt Smith thrown in for good measure; thats Sexy Friend.
Every time weve met up, its been completely different.
The first time admittedly sucked. I was ABSOLUTELY loaded on steroids, and was still experimenting with dosages, so when I laid down in his cold, quite, comphy bed, I found myself fighting sleep. In a HARD and serious way.
However, I do remember that he was biting me. Not hard, but enough that I noticed it. It was REALLY sexy.
In particular I remember him biting the backs of my knees. No ones ever bitten the back of my knees before. It was really fucking hot.
But beyond that, it was sex follies at best. I had in my mind one image, and it wasnt exactly the way things played out.
Im (in part) shocked that I was wrong, and in part, a little turned on that I was wrong.
*See? I keep saying it, but my brain is my best buddy. She keeps me happy.
There are at least 2 more posts coming about Sexy Friend. I initially had them all rolled into one post, but I figured it'd do him better justice to separate them.
I mean, we get along, but theres no emotional attachment there, which is exactly what I want and need.
Sexy Friend is GKs friend, I met him the night after I ditched R.
Hes a bit of a tumultuous human, but not in a LOOK OUT HERE HE COMES! kind of way...more in an endearing way; a way that if you werent actively perusing him, youd want to bang the ever-loving shit out of him, because hes captivating enough to want to be around, but theres no thinking beyond that;
So, a sex-based relationship is just fantastic.
What I LOVE about him is that every time we get together, its different.
Imagine John Lennon meets Bob Dylan meets Perry Ferrell, with a little bit of Matt Smith thrown in for good measure; thats Sexy Friend.
Every time weve met up, its been completely different.
The first time admittedly sucked. I was ABSOLUTELY loaded on steroids, and was still experimenting with dosages, so when I laid down in his cold, quite, comphy bed, I found myself fighting sleep. In a HARD and serious way.
However, I do remember that he was biting me. Not hard, but enough that I noticed it. It was REALLY sexy.
In particular I remember him biting the backs of my knees. No ones ever bitten the back of my knees before. It was really fucking hot.
But beyond that, it was sex follies at best. I had in my mind one image, and it wasnt exactly the way things played out.
Im (in part) shocked that I was wrong, and in part, a little turned on that I was wrong.
*See? I keep saying it, but my brain is my best buddy. She keeps me happy.
There are at least 2 more posts coming about Sexy Friend. I initially had them all rolled into one post, but I figured it'd do him better justice to separate them.
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