After tonight, I doubt I'll actually talk to any of my regular fuck buddies again because I'm completely in awe of this Peruvian/Chinese kid. It's a been a very, very long time since someone that I was emotionally attracted also was okay with my nymphomaniac-like ways... but he is. In fact, he has made me want him more than I've wanted anyone in a very, very long time.
I've actually known him for about 4 years now, and we have mutual friends, but what's funny is we never spoke. We're FaceBook friends, and he posted his Tumblr link on FaceBook, so I followed him. We started reblogging each other, and during one of my more whore'ish moods he noticed that all the photos I was reblogging were pornographic. We started casually flirting on Tumblr, then FaceBook, and I actually just hung up the phone with him. We had a really amazing conversation, and he made feel better than I have in months. So this could be a good thing.
Now to the sex. So, we haven't fucked. We have a "date" Monday, but in all honestly I wouldn't be upset if that turned into a sexcapade because we have plans to go to Coney Island next weekend.Because I haven't been feeling well, I told him we'd have to wait until Monday, and that was earlier this week... and every day since he has spent trying to convince me otherwise. It started with messages in my Ask box on Tumblr.. he sent me "You'd be against the wall, both your hands will be pinned with one of mine. I'd be ripping your clothes off, one by one. I'd be kissing, licking, and biting every inch of your body. I'd have my body pressed against your so you'd feel everything. My hand would be caressing your body, from your tits to your pussy. Once all your clothes are off and you've become wet. I'd toss you on the bed and start eating you out. Making your legs shake and quiver." on Tumblr. I swear to God I was pretty much ready to show up on his doorstep in a trench coat with nothing underneath. THEN the next day I get bombarded with tremendously sexy messages while in class. I mean the kind of messages that have you squirming in your seat, curling your toes, and praying no one notices who hard your breathing. Tonight we had phone sex, and I have to say, since the last time I heard his voice, it has definitely gotten sexier. Much sexier. And hearing him moan my name... well damn.
But was nice, though, was that we were on the phone for about 2 hours, and we actually talked. I don't open up to many people. I told him about my fucked up family, and the personal issues I've been having that I couldn't seem to talk to anyone about. He actually made me cry with all of the sweet things he was saying, I've been in such a rut that hearing someone compliment me, and it sounding sincere was just overwhelming. And then we did something I haven't been able to do since my ex.. fell asleep on the phone. So cute. I loved it.
God, I haven't been in a truly healthy, functional relationship for a while... God only knows how this'll end up.
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