Posts Tagged ‘friends with benefits’

Trey… again

December 13, 2017

Me and trey decided to give the friends with benefits another go. The problem last time was that he wanted more… and I didn’t.

I love hanging with trey. I cannot emphasize this enough! And the sex is REALLY  good. Like, next level good… not sure how to explain it. We just fit so well in bed. And he touches me so well.

He’s so funny. And fun. We have a great time together.

I know what you are wondering here. Why not keep him???!

There is just that thing that is missing. I know me. I know that I need someone that will keep my attention even when someone with big biceps walks into a room. It sounds superficial… I just know that trey can’t keep my attention. It has nothing to do with him and his looks. Its just something is missing. That thing that makes someone more than a friend… ya know? The non-definable shit. Whatever. IDK I’m frustrated too, ok?

SO we decided to give it a go again.

And it was amazing. It really was. Sex was even better. Hanging out was even better. I even invited him to join me with some friends and stuff to hang out in public. Wha????

Then he started sighing while looking at me after sex. And i had a feeling that he was holding back them feels. He tried his damnedest to not say anything. But eventually he asked me to re-evaluate our relationship. He felt we were getting closer and that things might have changed with me. But… If i’m honest… while i do believe we did get closer, i don’t see our future any different than I saw it before.

😦 I had to break it off with him. I was just hurting him. And i don’t want to do that. I miss him tho. I like when he’s in my life. Wish we could find a better middle ground that wouldn’t make me the most selfish person on the planet.

I hope he finds someone awesome soon so i don’t feel tempted to pull him back in.

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firsts with trey part 2

July 13, 2016

After the date we spent the night together. It was our first night spent together. Normally we do our thing and we part ways for the night. Not this night. He had been asking this for this for weeks. Sweet, huh?

4am I wake up to him on top of me. I try not to react in a panic. I just kind of shoo him off like I’d do with my puppy…. small tap tap tap on his side. He does this not so subtle move 2 more times. Or was it 3? I do the same tap tap shoo shoo. Trying not to make a big deal so I can drift back to sleep. I couldn’t have been sleeping long… 2 hours since we drifted off maybe? I was way out of it. And also way disturbed by how he’s going about this.

He mumbles something under his breath. Something about being a boy and how he’ll just keep trying, poking, pawing, prodding if he stays. He leaves.

He left. After our first real date. During our first actual night together.

I’m a highly seduce-able woman. I mean, to a dirty fault. But there are a few buttons you have to hit first. They are ALL over me, so just pick one. Two for good measure if you like. I assure you climbing on me won’t get you there. Going straight for my un-swollen and un-provoked clit… it won’t help you either. Especially from a dead sleep. It’s hard to even apologize for not going for a round two without the tiniest of effort.

We just had the conversation that night about how I worried about being only wanted in the physical sense. How guys tend to stop making an effort after a few months of a physical relationship. My insecurities were laid out on the table. He looked hurt that I even said I was scared of that being a possibility with him….

Even after all that he couldn’t spend just 2 more hours in my bed til morning light before leaving?

Actions speak louder than words, as they say. And these screamed at me.

In the next few days I told him I decided to go celibate. (I decided on 4 months… couldn’t even commit to 6! But that is a whole other post.) He still assured me he wanted to spend time with me. And because I know it can be a lifestyle change for some I told him he didn’t have to feel bad for seeing other people.

After all, I kind of changed the terms of whatever we are… I went from wrecking ball, only gonna get sex to prove to me you like as you say. So… I gave him an out if he wanted it. And an open option. At least I won’t be worried about my health in the mean time. He assured me he wasn’t dating any one and he still wanted to hang out, date, and get to know me.

We’ve hung out a few times since. He’s tried to make a move. And I brushed him off a few night’s in a row before reminding him of my decision. He looked at me as if I was saying it for the first time. He had hurt and confusion in his eyes. Like I was rejecting him personally. I feel okay making a selfish decision like this. And I understand it would be hard not to take it personal. And I know some part of him thinks he can seduce this decision away. (And don’t get me started on this issue. That one is definitely another post on it’s own.)

We had a date with our dogs at the dog park set up for the following day, for yesterday evening… but he bailed. Coincidence?

food sex alcohol

June 6, 2016

I’m on self destruct mode. I need a handle on at least the food. R has agreed to help me with that. I always love when a Dom is going to take control for me in that department. I have no control. I still wear his marks. I’m beginning to think they are permanent.

The trickiest part of wearing his marks is maneuvering them around Trey. I’ve walked the edges of bdsm in our conversation. He knows I’m into something of the sorts. But he doesn’t know I’m an active participant right now. And even with all the honestly I’ve done I haven’t explicitly said that I might be having/had sex with someone else too.

I’m honest in the fact that I want to keep it casual while I’m living on Heartbreak avenue. But to be honest, I don’t know that I’d be interested if I wasn’t suffering right now.

He’s a great guy. He’s funny. He’s sweet. He actually makes enough money to support at least himself. He’s happy. He’s quick to compliment. I haven’t had this great of a combo in quite a while. QUITE!

Such a girl move to not be interested in the guy that would be perfect, huh?

Anyway, back to the self destruct topic. Just feeling out of control. Not sure what I need to reign it in. I guess there is a sort of cycle about the chaos… The next step in this cycle is some sort of simplification. Cut the extremities. But I’m just so sad and can get a little lonely. It’s hard to cut that off. I’m being incredibly selfish right now. Ugh. I hate when I have to go find my big girl panties.