kingspud
11/20/09, 02:54 PM
...in my humble opinion. basically girl i was seeing split up with me cause she was too fucked up by her last (wasn't too bothered as i'd only know her a few of weeks and we'd only been on a couple of dates). basically the story goes...
her best mate pushed her into this relationship (for reasons unknown to herself). she was desperately sexually frustrated and her friend told her that if she didn't get with this particular boy she'd stop speaking to her. being suspicious of her friend, she follows said boy to a gig and catches a train home with him. they chat. she asks "know this sounds forward but i can i just ask something and tell the truth, are you bent?!". the boy laughs and says no. they get off the train as they part she askes if he sould copy her the new labum of the band they went to see (even though she's not really into that sort of music). anyway days go by without them speaking and then he approaches her one breaktime with a copy of rival schools - united by fate! (bloody good album but she only digged one song, being more of a house/techy sort of girl). he makes her a rubbish mix tape but she's vaguely touched anyway. eventually they start making out. he's very tactile but she doesn't mind. weeks go by and they still haven't had sex. he's waiting for the go ahead. she's waiting for him to say "i love you". foreplay gets a bit extreme. hands and fingers everywhere. he makes her come with his fingers alone. so she thinks well we might aswell go ahead and have sex. she's worried though cause in all they're fondlings he's never seemed to get it up properly. ie in her words "A BIG HARD DICK!". they undress fully. he penetrates. cums in under a minute. she's unsatisfied. they copulate a few more times before she dumps him. turns out "he was bent afterall". "so he raped you?" i said. "no but it was the closest possible thing". she looks like she's about to cry so i end the conversation and give her a hug. I'm asking myself which was the worst part. the lies, the hands or the sex (if you can call it that). i came to the conclusion it was the fingers. so he lied and said he wasn't bent. understandable for a puff i suppose. the sex? well who gets it right the first time. but his fingers! those fingers crawlling all over her body knowing that he could never truely love her...
like i said she doesn't need a boyfriend she needs a hacksaw!
her best mate pushed her into this relationship (for reasons unknown to herself). she was desperately sexually frustrated and her friend told her that if she didn't get with this particular boy she'd stop speaking to her. being suspicious of her friend, she follows said boy to a gig and catches a train home with him. they chat. she asks "know this sounds forward but i can i just ask something and tell the truth, are you bent?!". the boy laughs and says no. they get off the train as they part she askes if he sould copy her the new labum of the band they went to see (even though she's not really into that sort of music). anyway days go by without them speaking and then he approaches her one breaktime with a copy of rival schools - united by fate! (bloody good album but she only digged one song, being more of a house/techy sort of girl). he makes her a rubbish mix tape but she's vaguely touched anyway. eventually they start making out. he's very tactile but she doesn't mind. weeks go by and they still haven't had sex. he's waiting for the go ahead. she's waiting for him to say "i love you". foreplay gets a bit extreme. hands and fingers everywhere. he makes her come with his fingers alone. so she thinks well we might aswell go ahead and have sex. she's worried though cause in all they're fondlings he's never seemed to get it up properly. ie in her words "A BIG HARD DICK!". they undress fully. he penetrates. cums in under a minute. she's unsatisfied. they copulate a few more times before she dumps him. turns out "he was bent afterall". "so he raped you?" i said. "no but it was the closest possible thing". she looks like she's about to cry so i end the conversation and give her a hug. I'm asking myself which was the worst part. the lies, the hands or the sex (if you can call it that). i came to the conclusion it was the fingers. so he lied and said he wasn't bent. understandable for a puff i suppose. the sex? well who gets it right the first time. but his fingers! those fingers crawlling all over her body knowing that he could never truely love her...
like i said she doesn't need a boyfriend she needs a hacksaw!