My first fuck buddy was a man. At the time I wasn’t familiar with the term “fuck buddy” but when I look back on that relationship that is exactly what he was and I’m fine with that. I met him on Adult Friend Finder. I was seeing someone else at the time who liked the idea of me being fucked by other men and writing him stories about it. That’s how I was introduced to AFF.
His name was Bob…maybe.
Our first meeting was at a Starbucks. The first time I had ever been to one. We chatted for a few moments then went to a cheap motel down the street. We fucked. We’d meet at that motel almost every weekend for three months. I liked Bob, but had no romantic feeling for him. I remember him telling me he loved me once. I couldn’t bring myself to say it back. I wasn’t even really turned on by him. Of course I came every time he went down on me, but I never approached like “man, I can’t wait to fuck him.” It was more like I was still trying to figure out why people like this so much.
I genuinely liked spending time with him. It was an escape from my life. A few hours locked away with someone I could share all of my secrets with was much needed at that time in my life. We’d have sex. Shower. Have sex again. Talk. Have sex again. Shower. Leave and go back to our lives. It was a great set up.
But it ended when I found out that he was married. I was paralyzed by guilt and the realization that if he is cheating on his wife with me, he might be fucking other women besides me as well. I made an appointment to get tested for stds that very afternoon.
My next fuck buddy was a woman. My first. I lived in Baltimore she in New Jersey. We’d see each other every other weekend if our schedules allowed it. I’d drive or take the train to her place. From the second I walked through the door of her condo we were sexing. We’d go out and do other things, but we had sex the most. I barely ever slept there. Her sex drive was off the charts and mine wasn’t far behind. Like with Bob we would fit as many orgasms into our time together as we could then we would go back to our lives.
Perfect set up.
When I look back on it these two have been the most sexually fulfilling relationships I have ever had in my adult life. Even more fulfilling than the relationship I had with a girlfriend I lived with for almost three years. They were light and airy. No stress (except finding about Bob’s wife). They were where I felt most comfortable and free.
This is the kind of relationship I want at the current time. I love being by myself. I love coming home and it just being me in my apartment. I love being able to go and do whatever I please, whenever I please and not have to clear it with anyone. But on the weekends sometimes I wish there was someone. Someone I could cuddle up with and have intimate conversations with and once they leave it’s back to my reality.
I want that escape.
I want the intense sex and exploration.
The woman I am currently lusting after seems as though she would be perfect. She lives almost three hours away and she has a husband. Her husband knows she is into women and lets her ‘play”. Zero chance of me developing feelings beyond the lust. She seems like the aggressive type which I love, but not too aggressive. I don’t think any whips and chains are going to be brought out.
I really need to get on asking her out before I miss my chance.