A few years after college I ended up dating my childhood neighbor. Lets call her Sarah, and I am 2 years older than her. She had two sisters and three brothers and I got along with the brothers well. From as far as I can remember, We always had a thing for one another. Obvious and long glances here and there. A subtext to the things we’d say while others were around. We barely chatted. Too many big brothers. Looking back, We were all too immature at the time, myself, Sarah, and her siblings to even give the thought of us a chance. And we never even spoke about it directly. And it was such a absurd idea, that I forgot about my feelings for her, until she told me that she’d return home for good after college.
Before she graduated, she told me about her feelings. And I told her the same. We spent about a month straight before she graduated having phone sex. It was as if she needed it to go to sleep.
We agreed to be an item, and she asked me to attend her graduation, but I told her how weird it would be since only one of her brothers knew about us(the alpha, the only one that mattered). Her mom knew by that time too.
As soon as she got home, she packed a bag and came over to my new house in our hometown. We had sex immediately in my bedroom. It was uncomfortable and weird. She said she hadn’t been penetrated in a while. It was tight, and At that moment, it wasn’t the best p that I have had.
But for the rest of the day, we kept trying. We had sex at least 4 times that day. All initiated by her.
(This passage is important for later)While she was home she was getting her masters. She’s an introvert like me. Didn’t require me to always be around or talk on the phone. We’d probably spend 3 to 4 days together a week, if not a whole two weeks at a time once in a while. Then there’d be times when we’d go for days without seeing each other, and it would be fine.
But in that first week, I discovered something amazing about her. She was a sex addict. She always wanted sex. And each month we’d start to explore different things in the bedroom. Sex was a huuuuge part of our relationship. We loved one another. We had similar tastes, and we’d never have to converse in depth to feel fine with one another. We had great communication, knew what each other wanted, and it was perfect.
The other thing I discovered about her pussy early on, was that when she’d have an orgasm, there’d be a mini explosion with thick splash against the tip of my penis. But she’d only orgasm on my penis like that when I was taking her from behind. This in turm made me cum soon after. This was really addictive.
At that time in my life I didn’t have a good sex drive. She’d often ask for sex and would end up begging and getting it every time she wanted. Her response to me in the bedroom was really addictive also. It wasn’t girly, or audible, it was a power I noticed that I had over her. She’d cum so much, and without oral, the feedback was consistent. Gradually, my sex drive increased, and matched hers, and we’d go about our days together initiating, asking for it. The routine Never changed.
But I changed. There was a night about 2 months in to the relationship, a night that she begged for it and I really wasn’t in the mood at all. My sex drive had increased but it wasn’t consistent that early on. I finally gave in, and for some reason, she cried afterward. The sex we had that night was nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary, even the time that it took to give in wasn’t the longest, but she cried for some reason. She wiped her tears and hugged me tight before falling asleep. I never asked her why she cried that night.
The person that I did ask what that meant was a girl that i placed at the top of a pedestal for several years before and after Sarah. I’ll call this girl Cammy. Cammy and I fooled around but not when I was with Sarah. Cammy was a model and she had millonaires and a few celebrities after her. I didn’t give Cammy background on Sarah but the text she sent me after I asked went,” She has a deep emotional connection to you…” I can’t remember the rest.
And that’s when the trouble started. I was addicted to not only Sarah’s sex drive and warmth around my penis. I was addicted to the power she gave me. After Cammy told me this, it shined a light on what I already knew. It gave me this raw energy that I had never experienced in my life. And I used it in the wrong way. I used it for sex with others.
New confident me would talk to anyone I found attractive and would nail ALL OF THEM. I must have had 14 different girls at one time at the most. The most manageable and longest team by my side was at 7 girls the last year of our relationship.
I had so many excuses for not seeing them when they wanted. But I saw them whenever I wanted. 3 of them wanted phone time, the other four not so much, I’d always text them though. They were always in the loop. Sarah studying for her masters helped me out a lot also. Those mini breaks we’d take gave me the chance to have threesomes(the third girl not part of the rotation). Sex with 4 different girls in one day. A woman flying me out to another city. Bondage. Exhibition. It was crazy.
One of the girls on my rotation was my best friends oldest sister. I was in my twenties at the time and she was 35. She was from another state, and recently divorced. Met me at her dad’s house, and asked her brother if she could talk to me. Very weird. But very interesting. My friend gave me the approval, and her and I would link up whenever she was in town. I ended up liking her a lot. But couldn’t take her seriously. The sex we had was ok, but she was a beaut, and a freak. And my sex drive of course, she started to keep up and, in my opinion, took it as someone that really wanted her after her neglectful ex husband. She knew about my relationship and it didn’t bother her for a while until she started visiting my city more. Staying longer. I stood her up one night because I really wanted to be alone. She was at a club with friends and fam. She cussed me out on the phone later that night, drunkenly in front of her brother. She brought up dominating her, and doing all sorts of crazy things, that’s when her brother had to have a talk with me. It was the don’t get her pregnant talk though.
The adventure began to slow down the last few months of me and Sarah’s relationship. I was at one girls house one night, and I promised to take Sarah to breakfast the next morning. I left the girls house at well after sunrise to pick up Sarah. She sat in my car, looked at my chin, and pulled a long thin piece of hair from my goatee. My grandmother, wow, was in town and staying with me, and I told her that I hugged her goodbye this morning. My gma’s hair wasn’t grey at the time, it isn’t really grey now, and that was a life saver.
This didn’t exactly scare me. What scared me was the day that she didn’t want sex and wouldn’t tell me why. This was more than a month after that incidenct, and she never brought that incident up. But it was Memorial weekend, and we said we’d spend it together. But she acted so weird that day. Wouldn’t let me have sex with her. She got naked. Laid in the middle of the bed. Even had a humourous conversation with her sister on the phone for about 5 min. But she wouldn’t entertain my questions, or my charm. She even asked me to drop her home, a few hours into our weekend together. And I didn’t see her until the middle of the week.
I was destroyed. I was worried. I was powerless. One event changed everything. I didn’t want to talk to my side chicks, but I still did, and they noticed my demeanor. One by one they fell away. I don’t even remember how it ended. But I remember being left with my best friend’s sister, who was never really there, and 2 local girls.
Sarah apoligized for what happened, and gave me a family influence as an excuse. I thought she was cheating, and she probably was. She tried several times to have sex with me and I didn’t. The last time we had sex was probably the week before memorial weekend.
For two months we didn’t have sex. It was devastating. We ended up breaking up, and I tried halfheartedly for 7 months to get back with her. She was with it, wanted to talk things out, but I’d never show. I’d never take her out or answer her calls. I was gaining the power back now because she was chasing me, until she didn’t chase me. Then I really tried to get her. I made sure that I was single, I was so sorry and lonely. Depressed, and one night she decided to give me closure, “ I don’t trust you with my emotions.”
That was a crazy adventure.
But the closure sent me on another one. I’d search for years and find the women who had the same affect on me. Who created that energy. I didn’t channel it through sex. I use it for something greater than myself.
Decent working professional. . . Looking for similar real people around to have some fun and give
