Flying by the seat of you
My full and complete surrender
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Saying things for effect
How do you maintain control in little ways?
Meet as equals
How we have stayed happily married for over 30 years
Repressive feelings
Take her in hand
What causes contrition and crying?
We should consider ourselves so lucky
Coming unravelled (or not)
The Surrendered Wife
How to not to please a Loveawake customer!
I had no idea what that meant when she texted it to me. Apparently it’s from some wack ass song though.
We continued to hang out and fuck all the time. For the rest of the month, late night sex, nooners, she’d cook for me, I’d smoke weed with her roomate, play dominoes with her roomate’s dude. Everything was cool.
Towards the end of February, one night she invites me over late again, she’s drunk. ”We’re not having sex tonight.” She says while we’re in the living room dancing.
I ignore her. We wind up back in her room. I’m fucking with her, and I pull out a condom. ”No!” She says, “No condom! I want to feel you inside me without a condom! I want to feel the tingle!”
She’s drunk as shit. I ignore her. ”Nooo!” She says. Then she starts crying, “why do you want to fuck me? Why me? What do you even like about me?”
Wow. I’m not in the mood for this drunk shit chick. I just say whatever bullshit I can think of to shut her up, “because you’re [February Fling]“.
“Awwwww!” she says and kisses me, then she falls asleep, right in my fucking face! Fucking drunk bitch!
I get up and leave at four in the morning. I go home. No pussy.
I think about it after that and weigh my options. I am starting to like this chick. I’d be down for fucking her raw and eating her out (hadn’t done either with her yet) if I know she’s clean.
I set up a date for us to go to the clinic together to get tested. After the clinic we go to lunch, then back to her place for “a quickie.”
I’m not too good at quickies. We fuck on the couch, the recliner and the living room floor. We’re on the living room floor, when she looks at me and says, “I thought you said this was going to be a quicky?!?”
“Yeah, whatever. I don’t like that quicky shit.”
Once we finish, I go back to work. Later that week, the clinic calls her and tells her she has chlamydia. I don’t have shit. Luckily, I’ve always used a condom with her. She starts tripping, hinting that I’m going to leave her because she has an STD. I tell her to just go get her pills, take them shits for 10 days and get that shit cleaned up and we’re good.
Meanwhile, her ex, her baby’s father gets out of jail. I knew about his release. She tells me, tries to reassure me that she doesn’t want to be with him.
But, after he gets out, she becomes inconsistent. She used to call me and text me all of the time, but now that shit decreases. It’s early March now. I run into Crush and get her number on a Thursday. The next night, a Friday, I take the night off and just chill at the house. February Fling and I talk on the phone for hours. At one point, she mentions that she “can’t be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t eat pussy.”
I never said I didn’t eat pussy, I just hadn’t done it for her in the month that we’d been fucking around. Which is a good thing, because, I’d probably have come down with a sore throat if I did, since she had chlamydia and everything.
I tell her that I’d go back to the clinic with her and if she could bring me back a clean test, I’d suck on her pussy all night long. She agrees to this and we get off the phone.
The next night, I go out and meet up with a couple of my boys. While I’m out, I get a text from her, “Don’t text or call me anymore. [Her baby's father] is back living with me, we’re back together.”
It pissed me off a little bit, especially since we just spent hours on the phone the night before where she was still telling me that he wanted her but she didn’t want him.
Whatever. I deleted her number right then and there. I haven’t talked to or heard from her since.
My full and complete surrender
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Saying things for effect
How do you maintain control in little ways?
Meet as equals
How we have stayed happily married for over 30 years
Repressive feelings
Take her in hand
What causes contrition and crying?
We should consider ourselves so lucky
Coming unravelled (or not)
The Surrendered Wife
How to not to please a Loveawake customer!
I had no idea what that meant when she texted it to me. Apparently it’s from some wack ass song though.
We continued to hang out and fuck all the time. For the rest of the month, late night sex, nooners, she’d cook for me, I’d smoke weed with her roomate, play dominoes with her roomate’s dude. Everything was cool.
Towards the end of February, one night she invites me over late again, she’s drunk. ”We’re not having sex tonight.” She says while we’re in the living room dancing.
I ignore her. We wind up back in her room. I’m fucking with her, and I pull out a condom. ”No!” She says, “No condom! I want to feel you inside me without a condom! I want to feel the tingle!”
She’s drunk as shit. I ignore her. ”Nooo!” She says. Then she starts crying, “why do you want to fuck me? Why me? What do you even like about me?”
Wow. I’m not in the mood for this drunk shit chick. I just say whatever bullshit I can think of to shut her up, “because you’re [February Fling]“.
“Awwwww!” she says and kisses me, then she falls asleep, right in my fucking face! Fucking drunk bitch!
I get up and leave at four in the morning. I go home. No pussy.
I think about it after that and weigh my options. I am starting to like this chick. I’d be down for fucking her raw and eating her out (hadn’t done either with her yet) if I know she’s clean.
I set up a date for us to go to the clinic together to get tested. After the clinic we go to lunch, then back to her place for “a quickie.”
I’m not too good at quickies. We fuck on the couch, the recliner and the living room floor. We’re on the living room floor, when she looks at me and says, “I thought you said this was going to be a quicky?!?”
“Yeah, whatever. I don’t like that quicky shit.”
Once we finish, I go back to work. Later that week, the clinic calls her and tells her she has chlamydia. I don’t have shit. Luckily, I’ve always used a condom with her. She starts tripping, hinting that I’m going to leave her because she has an STD. I tell her to just go get her pills, take them shits for 10 days and get that shit cleaned up and we’re good.
Meanwhile, her ex, her baby’s father gets out of jail. I knew about his release. She tells me, tries to reassure me that she doesn’t want to be with him.
But, after he gets out, she becomes inconsistent. She used to call me and text me all of the time, but now that shit decreases. It’s early March now. I run into Crush and get her number on a Thursday. The next night, a Friday, I take the night off and just chill at the house. February Fling and I talk on the phone for hours. At one point, she mentions that she “can’t be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t eat pussy.”
I never said I didn’t eat pussy, I just hadn’t done it for her in the month that we’d been fucking around. Which is a good thing, because, I’d probably have come down with a sore throat if I did, since she had chlamydia and everything.
I tell her that I’d go back to the clinic with her and if she could bring me back a clean test, I’d suck on her pussy all night long. She agrees to this and we get off the phone.
The next night, I go out and meet up with a couple of my boys. While I’m out, I get a text from her, “Don’t text or call me anymore. [Her baby's father] is back living with me, we’re back together.”
It pissed me off a little bit, especially since we just spent hours on the phone the night before where she was still telling me that he wanted her but she didn’t want him.
Whatever. I deleted her number right then and there. I haven’t talked to or heard from her since.