“The only time I’ll ever call you mine. I only love it when you touch me, not feel me. When I’m fucked up that’s the real me”

Warning: Extremely graphic post. If you get offended easily stop reading right the fuck now.

I’m on my back in the back floor of my car. (Who knew that when you lay down third row seating, you get the size of a queen size bed?) I know I’m going to regret the guy the next morning licking me from ass (who knew that would be so enjoyable?) to clit.  I’m having the fourth squirting orgasm of the night from the alcoholic, cocaine addicted fuck buddy who hurt me and made me cry just hours earlier. Here’s the story of KJ, who I’m seeing again in less than an hour.

KJ and I met about a month ago.  He works for the same chain as I and was helping out at our restaurant. He’s also been friends for twenty-five years with one of my coworkers/best friends  Belle.  Belle knew we’d hit it off immediately. She was right. I finally met the male version of myself. Unfortunately, it’s another situation that the chemistry is so there that other people are feeling it around us.  Also unfortunately, we are two trains that are going to collide if it doesn’t end now.

KJ is a lot of fun. But he becomes Emo KJ when we drink. And I don’t know how to deal with an emotional man.  After going out a couple of times with the group, and an uncomfortable karaoke duet, along with hot make-out sessions, we finally went out alone.  It was a normal, not overly drunk night. Our first time was amazing.  KJ admitted that I was the best he’d had in 15 years. He also told me he loved me as I was riding him.  He took an Uber home and I picked him up for the 9 AM meeting the next morning.  We had a great time in the car. He told me he was so proud of the way we fucked he told the Uber driver, who thought it was such a great story, he refused a tip.

Fast forward to last night. KJ, Belle, and I met at our usual bar around 5:30 PM. I told Belle about what happened with KJ, and she was thrilled.  Everything was great until she jokingly called him my man. Now, I admit I was in a funk last night. Had a lot on my mind, nothing to do with KJ. But drunk KJ is cocky and paranoid.   We were playing pool with two young guys. When all of a sudden, KJ turns to one of them and says “Excuse Ellie, she’s being weird. She’s got feelings for me.” The guy says “I think she’s fine.” KJ replies” Let me tell you a story. This girl has the best pussy I’ve ever had in my life. She can squirt and suck my dick like no other.” Uh–I”m standing right here listening to locker room talk about me.  KJ also says “But she’s emotional, and I have no feelings for her whatsoever.”  To which the guy replies “Yes, you do, or you wouldn’t be trying to get a reaction out of her so bad.”  KJ and I end up in a screaming match that Belle gets in the middle of, where he accuses me of being emotionally tied to my ex and because of that I”m ruining his night. He eventually kisses my ass to apologize. I told him that I’ve had many hookups prior, but no one had ever made me feel like a whore like he had that night.

Everything was ok for a bit. And then here comes DR (see last blog post). DR and I start talking a bit while KJ is playing pool.  (KJ knows I hooked up with DR that last time, he was there that night).  I wasn’t even flirting.  But after trying to talk to KJ, who’s being a dick to everyone at that point, we started fighting again.  He accused me of acting like I”m in high school. I called him a druggie who couldn’t get his shit together. (This is all going on in front of our coworkers, to the point that Belle screamed at us to leave because we won’t knock our shit off).

We get in the car, I tell him nothing will ever happen between us again, that we aren’t even friends at this point. I said “I literally hate you right now”. To which he answers “Hate me, but I seriously love you”  That’s how I got to the beginning of the story.  And to the first guy that I’ve felt made love (not fucked) to me in years. It was sensual. Every time he’d move inside me, I’d moan and he’d shush me with a kiss or tell me to just concentrate on how it feels and listen to the music at the same time.  We came at the same time. It was beautiful.  He made the comment it was so good because the fight was so bad.

We pulled back around to the front of the bar, where we noticed all our coworkers standing out front. The guys high fived him. We all laughed about it, until he confirmed he’s actually 15 trapped in a thirty something year olds body.   A car was making noise in the parking lot. KJ looked at our coworkers and said “Ellie definitely doesn’t need WD40. She’s way lubricated.”

Is a frat boy mindset worth the great sex? I am seriously sick of swiping and he’s way convenient, Or am I just sabotaging myself yet again?

UPDATE: Saw him this morning and we had a sober conversation. He apologized, which I don’t take seriously because if we keep doing this, it will happen again.  I explained to him that I don’t need everyone we work with knowing that I’m a squirter and I like anal. He explained that he’s way damaged but wants to remain fuck buddies. I need to be able to separate the emotional sex we have from actual emotions. So the song I picked fits perfectly. I’m not going to overthink and see what happens,.

 

 

 

 

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