About five and a half years ago, my friend took me to a place I had never been before. Then the door opened, and to my surprise, an old school friend of mine walked through the door along with her boyfriend. As we sat down to talk my eyes wandered over to her boyfriend. I tried not to stare. But I just couldn't take my eyes off of him.
After that night, I made sure that I went out with them as much as I possibly could. I didn't understand why
I so strongly had this need to be in his presence.
Not long after I had started to go out with them, I began to go to his house by myself. We would always sit or lay on his bed, just talking. Every time I was near him I felt as if I were on fire. My lips longed to kiss him, my skin craved to be touched by him.
Every time our eyes briefly made contact I could feel myself start to move closer to him.
And every night all we would do is talk. We'd talk about everything...our relationships, likes and dislikes etc.
Every single night he'd walk me home I'd go straight to my bedroom and fantasize about him. About him touching me, kissing me, and fucking me. I would always cum very hard..
One day, when he and I were talking on the phone, he told me that he had always fantasized about watching two females have sex together. Being fond of women myself, I saw this as an opportunity to turn him on and possibly get closer to him sexually. So, the next day, we all went to his house and went into his bedroom so that he could watch our
lesbian sex.
But boy what disappointments you face in life! After our act was over I went to him hoping he will romp me hard and fast something I wanted for days since I met him. But he started to talk sweet as usual and showed no interest in me.
I was so enraged by his behavior that I tore his pant off in anger.
And boy what! He stood there naked with a peanut of a penis hiding in between the crevices of his balls. “I am sorry,” he said clearly hurt by my act. “But it has always been that way,” he said with deep remorse in his eyes.”No amount of medication has worked.”
I could not believe my eyes at the pathetic state of his libido and ran away from that house never to see him again.