Everyone has the perfect drinking buddy. Well I'm no exception, but I think I've been mistaking where our friendship is leading. After a heavy night at my favorite hangout things got really good, I complianed about my boyfriend....now ex boyfriend and got all the sympathy and understanding a bottle of vodka has to give.
I was feeling a lot better by the time I noticed my best buddy was a guy. Let me explain, my drinking buddy is a boy that I've grown up with since before I could walk, meaning I've never really seen him as more than a member of the family. Well thanks to a few to many well deserved drinks I could see it perfectly.
He is definetly male and absolutely gorgeous. He had to drag me back to his place (common on a drinking night) and through me on his couch like everyother time. Except this time I decided I really like him, he's always been there for me, we have known eachother forever, and I am angry at my boyfriend. We both ended up on the couch, now I can honestly say I have no idea if it was good sex. I was way to far gone, but I know the next morning was and afternoon.
This was last weekend and tonight I am sitting in my bed alone after an encore. I'm feeling pretty damn good.
I believe I owe Wayne G. a big thank you because he was absolutely right.
I did go to best buy and I did have to ask where the batteries were. I'm happy to say that no one asked me what they were for. Although I had my answer decided and all...o well, maybe next time?
Any ways, my boyfriend and myself seem to be having some 'relationship' trouble. What does that even mean? I'll tell you what it means. It means he seems to think that sex is the answer to all the problems of the world.
I have no problem what so ever admitting to a very high and active sex drive. But lately it seems the 'boyfriend' (I won't name names) doesn't even try. No phone calls, no diner, no talking, and the worste crime of all... no foreplay. Lazy bastard just thinks he can get away with a tackle and thrust. I am pretty pissed about it actually.
Any person with tits and a clit knows that foreplay is half or maybe more of the fun. Anyone with a dick and balls knows that if we are having fun, it's ussually better in the long run. I know for me that if I'm having a good time, it's much easier to talk me into anything, which sometimes gets interesting.
So although I am no longer sexually frustrated, I am sexually pissed off. Not doing so good in the sex department it seems.
I did actually try to talk to boyfriend about this and big shocker, he got pissed off and horny. Do all guys automatically change any confrontation into sex? or just mine?
I'm just looking for some advise or maybe just someone elses rant on it. Safe to say that if I do end up leaving I won't have to worry, I just bought myself the most amazing new toy. I must admit I've only just tried it and WOW it was love at first orgasm. mm mm mm...
So my bed might be empty but I'll still be well satified, if not better than before.
Dreams and fantasies will last forever but a vibrator is only as good as its' battery
I found this out the hard way when my bullet decided to die halfway through any amazing moment I was having with my three stooges. For those out there in the world that don't use toys...you should really try one or two or three. I myself grew up in a very liberal household, by no means did we walk around naked, but it was easy to talk about sex and sexual 'desires'. When I hit puberty and I started getting more curious about my sexuality my mother took me out and we picked out a cute little vibrator that was for my benefit. I completely agree with my mom's ideas and the reverse pychology worked. By being open about all things sexual and giving me to nessecary tools to learn what got me off, I was more able to keep my legs closed. Gradually I became more curious about my boyfriends and wondering what the difference between my favorite toy and my favorite boy would be. Needless to say a highschool boy knows absolutely nothing about sex other than where to stick it (sad really), after a couple tries I decided to go back to my toys. It wasn't until the year of graduation (2.5 years later) that I met the cassual guy for me. He was amazing, knew his way around and exactly what I needed. We spent the entire summer together and It Was GREAT. He went off to college and I decided to work for a year, we went our seperate ways.
I can honestly say with no shame what so ever that I have A LOT of trouble getting off without my toys. Most guys just can't do for me what my three stooges can. (maybe if you ask nice I'll tell you what they are and recommend some other wonderful delights)
But for now I'm just trying to work off the sexual frustration of a dead bullet and no batteries.
How tragic. I'm curious to know if the sales geek at BestBuy will ask me what I need the batteries for tomorrow. Another Thought for Another Day.