I feel like in the old days when I used to have 5 fuckriends, and had sex 5 days a week. My sex life has always been a success, either for love, lust, or by spite
Although I made love during my serious relationships, while single sex was my escape to keep my exes out of my head. And in time, fucking, turned into a habit… A habit I developed tired of being sentimentally damaged because sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love. And my consolation was easy to find because I’m a pheromone for men in heat.
That been said, the issue I had with Max on Friday night made me extra willing to see other guys and forget about that.
So, Lex came to do me yesterday.
Lex is not only handsome but cute. And his strong legs and kisses were exactly what my Sunday needed.
Once gone, I received a long text from Max regarding our Friday issue… And since the last thing I need is arguments with my sexmates (because I have them for pleasure, not for drama) I replied politely and let him go… In part, also, because I’m getting attached to him and that’s not a good thing.
But he still wants to see me, so we are cool again.
And after Max, I got a text from David because I’m legit when I say there’s a lineup of guys waiting to be inside me.
So, David wanted to come and bring another guy to have a 3some with me, but I was heading out to visit my family. Also, as hot as the idea was (because the other guy was also hot) I was a bit tired, and also nervous about having two big cocks abusing me, specially after having had Lex earlier.
I was just not horny enough, but I couldn’t say that.
Because rule #1 to keep a fuckfriend is to make them believe nobody else exist. And since their ego is bigger than their brain, and their erections get harder by thinking I’m a dumb bimbo slut, they’re easy to manipulate.
In short, I had sex 5 days out of 7 last week.
I guess I have 5 fuckfriends again. But this time none of them is gay.