I thought the purpose of a fuck buddy was to just have sex... not to fight, and not to be in a rut with that person. Just sex; fun, free, unattached in every other way. How have I have managed to find one that fights with me like a boyfriend, but keeps all romantic labels removed from the equation?
We are legitimately having a fight right now about whose excuses are better when we cancel on each other; apparently following the few rules that my Dad has for me while I'm home is not a legit reason to not see him, but yet his mother is. He actually told me that I was TOO LOUD to do it when his mom is home. Well maybe I wouldn't be so loud if he didn't make me fake it after a while. If I only orgasm 4 times instead of 5, he competes with himself from the previous time, and won't stop. This is the most ridiculous fight I've ever had, and he's just making me want to reconsider what we're even doing. Last summer it was fun, it was sexy, and it was perfect. Now I feel like we're beating a dead horse, and we're stuck in a rut; and when I do see him my options seem to be: no condom, or condom and have the worst sex of my life. I don't like either, and I think I need another option, entitled New Fuck Buddy.
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