i thought you were cute right off the bat. Big brown eyes, brown hair, six foot something…… sweet and kind and all that stuff.
You came to my 25th birthday party cause you were friends with Errin. The office was popular at the time so you and your friends made me a card that was inspired by something from the show. I didnt quite get it but was flattered at the gesture and attention.
We talked a little that night but it didnt really go anywhere. Maybe i asked you for your number? i dont know, you tell me.
next time around, i called you and asked you to stop by. I think you were out with friends but you came by anyway. I was sort of shy, you were much more shy. we still kissed. we kissed a lot….. such a great kisser. hands through my hair, licking my neck, touching so so gently. so nice. I think i was already falling for you.
we started seeing each other a little bit more.
i wanted you to come by for dinner, i needed help with my internet. i wanted you to help me with butter.. dishes, lots of things.
I cant remember the first time we had sex but i do know we were having lots of fun. It was sort of fast and furious to start but kept getting better. Than something happened. you stopped responding the same way. the sex part wasnt so good anymore and i didnt know what to do. Seeing as how you could never tell me how you really felt. You would rather make a joke or do something awkward to cover up anything real between us, i had no idea what was going on. me being the super “casual” type didnt have the nerve to say anything. I just thought it would work itself out.
it didnt
we didnt speak or see each other for awhile. you sent me an email saying you understood and i dont even remember the rest. I just didnt understand what happened.
time passes ( six months or so) and we are somehow at a restaurant together. I wanted to just talk to you about what had happened, clear up a few things. You told me you had liked me and that i was not being there for you basically. which scared the shit out of me. I had come out a long term just a few months after you and i had met so i was really not a good candidate for anything except sex.
we ate tacos and talked and decided it would be nice to hang out sometime again.
back to the bedroom.
there is something about Kris i cant get over. he was running…..
such strong legs and arms and polish deliciousness. Not many men i have known can pick me up, carry me anywhere and throw me down where they want me. he made me feel small and sexy.
and this guy was an expert on touching my pussy. kris could get me wet in seconds and he would just keep on playing with me until i was begging to have his cock inside of me.
One of the most recent and last times we had sex…. i could feel the electricity shooting out of my body.
he would fuck me long and hard and i would scream, cry, laugh and cum all at the same time.
He would look at me after and wipe the tears from my face and tell me it was so hot seeing me come that way..
kris
im still not over this…
u suck for making me like you
anyway, all said and done. we fucked like that again and again and again. and than i said “i like you” and he ran away.
bye kris.