Where it happened: his bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 3
Category: Straight
Well, here it goes (no pun intended). Justin and I had been dating for a while, and our relationship was based on purely physical interaction. We were at his house heavily making out one day after school before he had to go to track practice. Now, if you know Justin and how incredible he looks you would be shocked when I say that I was getting bored with this routine. I told him to stop and that I felt that he took me for granted. He went on and on about how much he respected me and reminded me that I initiated things half the time. He was especially sweet when he told me that if I was ever not in the mood then to tell him to lay off. Now, if you know Justin you’ll know that face he makes with the puppy dog eyes… and you’ll also know that it is the sexiest look ever! I said that he had said everything I needed to hear. — I apologize now for those of you that just want the horny details, but this is a really meaningful story that SOME people do want to hear! — Anyway, he apologized again and got up to pack up some clothes for practice. I followed him into his walk-in closet. He turned around and huged me with those thick strong arms and kissed my forehead. We just stood there hugging. This would be the part where I violently rip his clothes off and blow him until he throws me up against the wall and fucks me for hours and hours and hours…. Too bad THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN!!!! Justin told me that he loved me. At seventeen that is out of the question, at least for me, because how can you give yourself 100% to someone when you don’t even know who YOU are yourself?!?! I told him to “lay off”. Yeah yeah, there was more boring talk about love and relationships… But I realized something really important about life and myself: I have no problem with sex before love, but I do have a problem with love before self-realization. For those of you who are pissed because you lost your erection while reading this story, I’ll humor you- WE FUCKED. Right there in the closet a few days later!!! Happy? But the point here is that it wasn’t for love, and I regret that. He told me in his delirious state of orgasm that he loved me. Come on! He only loved me so I’d let him down my pants or as a reason to keep fooling around when I pushed him away. For all you guys out there- please do not ever say it unless you mean it and if she/he does too. Don’t say it under the influence of anything especially testosterone. It’s the scariest thing to hear…
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