I didnt think I was going to be as impressed as I was. Not just with his ability to make me cum multiple times, but his entire being turned me on--thats not what a fuck-buddy usually does. Usually, when I find my fuck buddies its all about sex. I could care less about the person. Like Ive said before
Im not looking for a boyfriend, a sugar daddy, a baby daddy or any of that other shit. Im looking for a hard cock attached to a man who just wants to talk about sex and fuck. I dont want to get to know him, be his friend, lend him money, live with him or even meet his fucking dog. I want to use him.
But something happened the other night. I started to get to know him. I wanted to be his friend and Ive already met his fucking dog. Ive never had a fuck-buddy whos stimulated my mind as much as my body. He is a smartass and that turned me on; it made me laugh. He took me out of my comfort zone and turned my preconceived notions of him into fading memories. I told him I was meeting applicants who didnt want to kiss and he leaned over and kissed me. That was so hot and oh so dangerous. [image-1]
The only position I thought I had open was that of a fuck-buddy but now I'm considering promoting him. Maybe thats why I keep my fuck buddies dumb, so I know all that Ill ever want from them is the hard cock. I dont have to worry about them stirring something inside me other than vaginal juices as I ride them.
Ride him, I did. It made me want to fuck him more. I felt him inside me, his hands wrapped around my waist, his mouth taking turns with my nipples, and I wanted more. Not just because the size of him fit me perfectly or that squeezing down on his dick made my whole body shake, but because of him. He has a funny personality and makes quick witted comments that match my own. I dont feel like Im talking over his head like so many of the failed applicants before. But how can I let what Im looking for change so quickly? Or am I caught in the dangerous chemical cocktail of hormones that make us forget the difference between lust and love?
When I was in my early twenties, fucking was no problem. I didnt have emotions that got involved. I just had fun. Thats not the case with this applicant. Now I dont know what to do or even where the hell this came from. Should I offer him the position he applied for, knowing that Im going to want to promote him? Tell him he didnt get the job to save myself some heartache? Or I could be a grown up, tell him he knocked me for a loop and let it develop from there. After all, if things dont work out, I can blame it on him not liking my nipple biting and me not liking his wild mane of pubic hairs. At least they werent gray.