alohapunk

Finding Love in Lust:
How I met my partner in crime
(still in progress)

“your toes remind me of strawberries” he says, as he rolls over on to his back to look at the feet that I have recently lifted into the air. ” but I don’t know why”
“It’s the lady bug” I say as I use my right big toe to rub at the small insect tattoo on my left foot.

I roll over on to my side to look at his profile. Such a perfect nose, gently sloping and bite-able. I love him, it’s obvious, to every one I imagine. Who couldn’t love him with lips like that? His mind isn’t so bad either, hmm, neither is his cock.

I’d seen him around my college campus a few times, but I never saw him. We shared a mutual friend, a cigarette, a love for suicide girls, but I never really noticed his existence until…ha, it’s always until, isn’t it?

I was at a club, a club I hated. My quasi boyfriend had pissed me off and the club I hated was right by his apartment. It also happened that earlier that night a girlfriend of mine told me that she was going to be at said club and that I should come out. I wasn’t going to…but he just happened to piss me off.

12 bucks for a shot of Jack and Bud light, and I couldn’t even smoke inside. The place smelled of cheap perfume and sweat, and we’re talking really cheap…like longs drugs cheap. I had lost my friend so I went down stairs to the lobby to entertain myself with drunk dialing everyone in existence, and there he was. Sitting in a chair, looking way to posh to be in a shit hole like Uncle Mikey’s. It was then that I decided that I was going home with him.

Now I know the way I did it was a silly, but hey, it worked. I went and sat down in the chair next to him sideways so that I was facing him. Then I started fucking with my phone like I was texting someone, which is really funny because I don’t even have texting. Either way, it worked. He turned to me and said ” You don’t really look like this is your scene.” He didn’t know it at the time, but at that moment, he was hooked.

Now it has been said that I collect men like some little girls collect dolls, and with him, it might have started off like that…but…I don’t know…I think it will end differently. At least I hope it will.

I was really just looking for sex, all I was ever really looking for at that time in my life. He disappointed me at 3 am when he told me he had a girlfriend. So I told him it was late and that I should be getting home. I was in no mood to try and shake his defenses, once they tell you they have a girlfriend, it usually means that your going to have to work too hard to get in their pants, even though you’ve been making them hard for the last hour and a half. And despite my langerous affection for the art of seduction, I will only go so far; you have to go the rest of the way.

Maybe it was the fact that I had pursued him all night and was willing to just walk away, maybe it was the fact that I had already shown him my nipples, maybe it was just because he was a man whore, either way when I turned around after picking up my shoes, there he was, standing shirtless in the doorway. “Maybe just a taste” he said as he leaned into to kiss me. I was surprised and needless to say confused, but I wasn’t about to complain.

We tore at each other like ravaged animals. Pulling and scratching and biting. He tugged at my clothing starving for any exposed patch of flesh. It was hot. Probably one of the hottest moments of my life. The events that followed were obviously pornographic, however, no sex for me that night…he didn’t want to because of the girlfriend. Which confused the hell out of me, because I didn’t see too much difference between us fucking and me sucking him off, but I respected his wishes, after all I’m not totally evil.

After that we had a few choice encounters, always ending with some sort of forbidden naughty activity. Did I feel bad about it? Not then. I do now, but then I was blinded by my desire to be consumed by someone, if even for a moment. Plus I really wanted to fuck him. Besides, I never in a million years thought he would tell her, why would a man ever be so honest? But he did and I’m sure it broke her. Even if it was just a little bit, it hurts me know I was the source of her pain, I used to be that girl. I met her a few times, which was really awkward. He even brought her to one of my parties, something to this day I will never understand. But she never said or did anything. If I was her, I would have kicked my ass.

Eventually she moved, they broke up and he became my saturday night sex.

It was a great arrangement for me, seeing as I was dating a few guys who I wasn't having sex with and having sex with a few guys I wasn't dating. I felt it better to keep those two things separate and he was perfect for a saturday night booty call. I would come over, we would fuck and I would go home. He was my kinky sex guy. We would get drunk and fuck the shit out of each other. I would have him pull my hair, spank me, choke me; things I enjoyed that I didn't want to mix with my other men.  Each  man served a different purpose and he just seemed to be right for the darker side of me, he had the eyes for it.

One morning after a long night of drunken hard fucking, he asked me if I wanted to hang out that day. I was shocked but intrigued. We went to the planetarium and I had a good time, he was interesting…why hadn’t I noticed that before? After that we started hanging out more and I found myself blowing off my other men more and more until they all eventually fell away. Then, one night, drunk on his back porch he told me he had feelings for me. I told him I was flattered. How he didn’t get discouraged I’ll never know.

I ran back to my girlfriends dumbfounded by the situation, ready to break it off entirely….”but the sex is so good” I whined….”why did he have to ruin it with feelings?” They rolled their eyes at me and told me not to be such an emotional retard, “we like him” they said “date him”.

To be continued….