That’s a beautiful story. I’m jealous. You have experienced everything with both genders. Out of all of them which would you say is your favorite? Mine would be ass fucking the guy you worked for or ass fucking the lesbian.
Probably my favorite was the FWB arrangement with my best friend. I mean, sure, sex at work is great. But NSA, guilt-free sex with person I’m hanging out with anyway? That shaped my intimate relationships moving forward. The sexual dynamic set me up for a lifetime of a non-dysfunctional regard of sex, ethical non-monogamy, non-jealousy, and compersion.
Not mentioned earlier: the captain of the high school color guard dropped by my townhouse one night. I was initially very pissed off that someone just showed up at my home. More than that, I was seriously perplexed how the hell one of the hottest girls in school knew where I lived, much less know my name. Her best friend had gotten too drunk at a party and needed to sober up before getting dropped off at home. The captain and I were just chatting while her friend laid on the couch. I don’t even remember how it happened, but we were suddenly making out and then in my bedroom having sex. It was very vanilla, and I was so nervous that I couldn’t get off. It was all so surreal that I thought I dreamed it. The following Monday, my best friend (the lesbian) kidded me about hooking up with the captain of the guard. Turns out the captain was asking my friend about me, told her about the sex, and how to ask about being able to drop by more often. There were, for better and worse, no further visits.
That’s a beautiful story. I’m jealous. You have experienced everything with both genders. Out of all of them which would you say is your favorite? Mine would be ass fucking the guy you worked for or ass fucking the lesbian.
Probably my favorite was the FWB arrangement with my best friend. I mean, sure, sex at work is great. But NSA, guilt-free sex with person I’m hanging out with anyway? That shaped my intimate relationships moving forward. The sexual dynamic set me up for a lifetime of a non-dysfunctional regard of sex, ethical non-monogamy, non-jealousy, and compersion.
Not mentioned earlier: the captain of the high school color guard dropped by my townhouse one night. I was initially very pissed off that someone just showed up at my home. More than that, I was seriously perplexed how the hell one of the hottest girls in school knew where I lived, much less know my name. Her best friend had gotten too drunk at a party and needed to sober up before getting dropped off at home. The captain and I were just chatting while her friend laid on the couch. I don’t even remember how it happened, but we were suddenly making out and then in my bedroom having sex. It was very vanilla, and I was so nervous that I couldn’t get off. It was all so surreal that I thought I dreamed it. The following Monday, my best friend (the lesbian) kidded me about hooking up with the captain of the guard. Turns out the captain was asking my friend about me, told her about the sex, and how to ask about being able to drop by more often. There were, for better and worse, no further visits.