I met Jim around the same month two years ago. It was a one-night stand, which turned out to be a weekly rendezvous. I don’t usually befriend those that I met and slept with but with him, it was different. We really hit it off, in bed that is! I think our bodies we’re meant for each other. In less than a month, we’re officially fuck buddies. I don’t mind really, he’s in a relationship (long distance) that time so I don’t have to commit to anything deeper than that.

Jim is a really sweet guy. He loves caressing and hugging and embracing, which I’m totally into. I have no complains when he’s all over me, the fact that he is chubby (I’m into chubby guys) makes me want to cuddle him more. He’s also the first one to actually brought me home with him and even had the guts to introduce me to his parents the morning after. His family approved of his sexual preference that had really caught me off-guard. I never knew that such approving (consenting) parents do exist. I can almost tell that I’m blushing that moment.

What made him more special than most guys I met is that he kisses me after we made love. It is such a wonderful feeling that that act of gratitude can really make one fall for him. I guess this time I’m beginning to fall for Jim. It was ok at first but I suddenly realized that I am demanding time and effort from him more than necessary.

Then I finally decided to spring the news on him, which is I am beginning to fall in love with him, unintentionally. He was surprised at first but he managed to say, “So, what do you want?” I answer that I would like to take things one step further to which he replied “You can have my body, but never my heart”, speaking of his lover. I was dumbfounded but still managed to crack “I just wanna see how you’ll react, and your reaction’s sucks!” I don’t want to hear those hurtful words again, ever.

I decided to end my so – called relationship with him, but to no avail. My resolution of avoiding him vanishes into thin air every time he would call me and hearing his voice I missed so much. I can’t help it but every time I decided not to fall prey to him, I always end up doing the opposite. But things were not smoother this time around either; we had become confrontational with each other. His main issue was about me being too demanding and me about being his other one. Fights would ensue but we almost end up in bed despite hurtful words thrown at each other. It sometime came to a point where I would initiate a confrontation just so that we would eventually “kiss and make up”.

It ended the last time we saw each other. It was coincidental that we were in a really crowded place that fateful day when someone just grabbed me by the arm, turned out to be him, and insisted we talk. I was hesitant at first coz he’s really drunk and wasted. I don’t know how he managed to be there at the time. I was really avoiding making a scene so I just obliged, which turned out to be a big mistake. He was getting vulgar and sleazy by the second and had I not controlled myself, I would slap him right there and then. The words were “You’ve been the best cocksucker who ever sucked me!” I would have been flattered really if not for all the people who are just an earshot from where we were. I walked out on him and that was the end of it. I cried once home and trying not to blame myself for the humiliation.

Last Tuesday, we met again, coincidentally. He’s so much better now, I can tell from afar. I was not surprised that he and his lover were finally over. Not that I’m expecting the news but I know long – distance relationships rarely works. He’s a lot cuter now from the last time we saw each other. I felt like I’m in to another roller – coaster ride with him.