Every once in a while we need stress relief.
It's not the act of sex mattered it's what it represented. It represented hope, passion, desire and escape.
When love fails, when you cannot give more than you could give, when you fear what you truly feel and when you know the inevitable is near, you try to escape, you try to go for that one person, one place, where love is not in the equation, and time tested passion lingered.
We should and ought to have that one person we all feel comfortable with, with clothes on or off, with faults and no faults, with history, and a possibility of non drama.
We should know who that is, and when to get together with that person. It could be weekly get together or it could be every few weeks. Time passing is not important, there is never gift exchanges or promises made, it is just all for fun.
I think we all have friends like that, friends, with benefits, but significantly more friends, than benefits, or benefit with friends but not with some level of trust or lack of expectations.
Not like he who loved me, he said that he missed me but did not want to see me, sometimes months passed and he did not call or email or want to see me.
Not like the boy who has grown so dependent on me, that not one day pass did he not call me or text me or want to hang out with me. He tells me everything and more. He said that he was not good at keeping friends and then I said, we are friends, what about us? he said, "but we are more than friends." I looked puzzled. I was unaware of my effect on the boy. I was not sure how to tell him that one day I should be bored of you, just like I had been bored of everyone before you.
I was not bored of B because I loved him. I love every decade or so. The rest I get bored but I won't leave them. I simply just started to prolong the gap between each visit. I did not care about anyone else. I only cared about B. I would do everything for B, but not others. So boy don't get too tangled up on me. Please don't.
I take care of the boy like he was my third child. But we have grown too close too fast. I had already lost my interest in him. I wanted someone, something else to substitute B with.
A cute friend asked me out on Friday. I was busy. So I said no, He said how about Saturday? We'd go and have dinner. Boy was curious but not sure how to handle that. So he wanted to know if I should change to lunch and invite him along. He wanted to be with me and a man. I asked the other friend whom I used to bed with, he said maybe, he would not be bored of this boy and he would be interested in having the boy to blow him.
"Have you told him about us?" He asked.
I had not. Not that specifically. I did not tell him that I had another younger lover once, who was very tall and very successful and we got along fabulously. He was married but he liked men as much as he liked woman. We were together for sometime until I got bored. I always got bored. The only person I could not get bored of was B. B was the real deal. The one who broke me.
Boy did not know that. Boy did not know much. Really. He was only a boy. He needed someone to take care of him. I was there to take care of him.
One day, one day he would fly away and he would leave me. I must leave the boy before he could leave me.
Someone always comes along. They all do. They all seem to appear and reappear.
Like C, D and E. When they were gone, they were gone for me. Except B.
There was only one B.
It's not the act of sex mattered it's what it represented. It represented hope, passion, desire and escape.
When love fails, when you cannot give more than you could give, when you fear what you truly feel and when you know the inevitable is near, you try to escape, you try to go for that one person, one place, where love is not in the equation, and time tested passion lingered.
We should and ought to have that one person we all feel comfortable with, with clothes on or off, with faults and no faults, with history, and a possibility of non drama.
We should know who that is, and when to get together with that person. It could be weekly get together or it could be every few weeks. Time passing is not important, there is never gift exchanges or promises made, it is just all for fun.
I think we all have friends like that, friends, with benefits, but significantly more friends, than benefits, or benefit with friends but not with some level of trust or lack of expectations.
Not like he who loved me, he said that he missed me but did not want to see me, sometimes months passed and he did not call or email or want to see me.
Not like the boy who has grown so dependent on me, that not one day pass did he not call me or text me or want to hang out with me. He tells me everything and more. He said that he was not good at keeping friends and then I said, we are friends, what about us? he said, "but we are more than friends." I looked puzzled. I was unaware of my effect on the boy. I was not sure how to tell him that one day I should be bored of you, just like I had been bored of everyone before you.
I was not bored of B because I loved him. I love every decade or so. The rest I get bored but I won't leave them. I simply just started to prolong the gap between each visit. I did not care about anyone else. I only cared about B. I would do everything for B, but not others. So boy don't get too tangled up on me. Please don't.
I take care of the boy like he was my third child. But we have grown too close too fast. I had already lost my interest in him. I wanted someone, something else to substitute B with.
A cute friend asked me out on Friday. I was busy. So I said no, He said how about Saturday? We'd go and have dinner. Boy was curious but not sure how to handle that. So he wanted to know if I should change to lunch and invite him along. He wanted to be with me and a man. I asked the other friend whom I used to bed with, he said maybe, he would not be bored of this boy and he would be interested in having the boy to blow him.
"Have you told him about us?" He asked.
I had not. Not that specifically. I did not tell him that I had another younger lover once, who was very tall and very successful and we got along fabulously. He was married but he liked men as much as he liked woman. We were together for sometime until I got bored. I always got bored. The only person I could not get bored of was B. B was the real deal. The one who broke me.
Boy did not know that. Boy did not know much. Really. He was only a boy. He needed someone to take care of him. I was there to take care of him.
One day, one day he would fly away and he would leave me. I must leave the boy before he could leave me.
Someone always comes along. They all do. They all seem to appear and reappear.
Like C, D and E. When they were gone, they were gone for me. Except B.
There was only one B.
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