I know nobody is going to believe that this is true, so just take it as fiction and enjoy... We had been dating for about two months. She was on the high school drill team and when I grabbed her a$$, it felt like I was holding two bowling balls. She is also incredibly intelligent, had a 4.5 through high school (higher GPA due to AP classes) and graduated from Purdue with a degree in Microbiology and a 3.75 GPA. We were coming (no pun intended) to the end of a marathon sex session complete with leather wrist straps, candle wax, and edible oils. She had just finished with one of those groaning orgasms that take about ten minutes to finish completely. As I stroked slowly inside her (I feel like I am writing a Variations letter), she started the conversation... Her: MMMMMM, I really liked that one. Don't you wish we could feel this way forever. Me: Absolutely. Her: But it won't, will it? Me: What do you mean? Her: We're both young, you like to play, I like to play. It just isn't that likely that we will both want to stay together forever. Me: I guess that's pretty accurate. Her: Hold that thought and move exactly like that for a few minutes. [five minutes and another orgasm later] Her: Wouldn't it be better if we just both stayed friends without the whole committed relationship part? (mind you, I had heard the "let's be friends" speech before, but never while I was literally inside her at the time) Me: You wouldn't get jealous if I had sex with someone else? Her: Not really. At least not uncontrollable jealousy. What about you? Me: I would definitely be jealous, but nothing I couldn't handle. Her: I guess that makes it official, then. We are now friends that f***. And we did. About a dozen times over the next decade when neither of us was dating anyone seriously, we would hook up and have outrageously dirty fun and we kept hanging out until she moved to Alabama. We are still friends, she (and another ex-gf) went with my wife and I when we took our honeymoon, and I went to her wedding. Best break-up ever. (no betrayal or ninjas, but I guess there is plenty of that above)
moon, I've seen pictures of you, and this is not exactly the visual that I wanted in my mind. Nothing like visualizing edible oils on moon's manzone. Horrid. Some of you people go overboard with the amount of personal information you share on the bbs.
And yet, despite looks that you decry, I would be willing to wager that I have had more a$$ (that I didn't pay for) than you and your brother combined. Besides, the edible oil was mostly on her. She didn't like the taste (of the oil) that much, she preferred the taste of my "manzone."
Even with your substantial age advantage on me I doubt this to be true. How much are you willing to wager, moon? Are you going to back up your statement, or run?
Hold on a second. Two ex-girlfriends and your wife on your honeymoon? Don't tell me you were implementing the Tommy Lee solution to threesome inefficiency.
Ok, I tell you to state how much you're willing to wager, and you turn the question back to me without a response. $20 to the tip jar. Are you going to run, moon?
There was no sexual crossover. They stayed in one cabin and we were in another. They were just there for the ski vacation.
I'm staggering under the irony of this statement from big(I think I'll ask the bbs if I should donate my sperm)texx.
I was thinking the same thing but then again I did post my own tragic story of betrayal and loss and I'm guessing a lot of the personal stories we read on the BBS are just as authentic.
