First off, I want to apologize for my disappearance for the past few months. Between work & GS (yes, there is another) I haven’t had enough free time to spare. But I promise going forward I will not let this sit on the back burner too long.
X. and I met at work. He worked in the IT department and was a face I hadn’t seen before. He was making his rounds and updating computers one night while I was working late. We made small talk and he cracked a few jokes. He kept passing by my desk and would stop each time for a few minutes. He wasn’t a few inches taller than me with broad shoulders, thick brown hair and a beard.
We exchanged emails for a few days and then texts for a few days after that before he suggested we hangout after work one night. I went over to his apartment to watch a movie. I liked him. He had a very dry and sarcastic sense of humor and a good taste in movies. Halfway through the movie he asked if he could kiss me. I didn’t object. He had soft lips and his beard was rough against my face. He pressed harder onto me and I resisted. I wanted more than just a hook-up. I told him to slow down and he did.
He didn’t want what I did, though. And I stupidly settled. Over the course of the next 6 months it was week after week of making out and blow jobs. It took what seemed like an eternity for us to have sex because X.’s philosophy on that was different than mine. He said he only slept with people he was in a relationship with. I obviously did not fall under that category nor did I prescribe to that philosophy.
When he finally came around the experience was lackluster. I expected more. I hoped for more. I spent a total of 9 months or so with X. and during that time he teased and taunted my heart. He always wanted to hangout but only until he got his blow job and then he was ready for bed and I wasn’t wanted there. I address this problem with him and that was when we finally had sex. It was his way of appeasing me and keeping me around.
I cut ties with X. about 6 months ago. The last time we hung out he did everything in his power to get me into bed short of getting on his knees. I wouldn’t even kiss him. I had never been so proud of myself. May 12, 2012 was when M. grew some lady balls!
Over the next 3 months that followed he repeatedly tried to fix things and constantly questioned why I chose to shut him out. It was scarily satisfying turning him down over and over after the way he treated me. Sometimes it’s nice to have the ball in your court with no intention of throwing it over.
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