I fought with (s)Ex last night.
We never fight these days. But last night, we did. I yelled. He yelled. I yelled louder. It was 2am and it was stupid.
We had a fight about my birthday party. Friday night is a party. I invited everyone a month ago, it's been organised for ages. The day after I sent out all the invitations, I had an incident.
I've got a lot of guy friends. I've fucked a fair chunk. There are some I just don't though. This guy and I have been asexual friends for years and years. Everything was great - our friendship had survived two of his best mates falling in love with me and me rejecting them. We were having tea, and a wine and chatting about my party. I left the couch to get us water. Came back to find him pantsless. In my living room. He was doing what can only be described as "The Naked Man". Now, this was a little confronting. I froze. He closed the distance between us rapidly. I stood there like a horrified statue.
Things got a little ugly, but skimming some details, he was very aggressive and pushy. He bit me hard enough to make my cheek and lip bleed. But the strangest part of the encounter was his cock. I've seen hundreds of cocks. This is the first that I would describe as sincerely remarkable. It was small. I'm not being a bitch. It was about two centimetres long fully erect. He was holding it between his thumb and forefinger. I didn't know what to say. I suspect his version of events differs somewhat to mine, but after he twisted my wrist in anger to force me to stroke it, lets say we're not friends now.
I'd extended the invitation to him and seven mutual friends for my birthday party, which I have obviously got to retract. A problem I'd ignored successfully until last night when the guy RSVP'd, causing my phone to beep whilst I was curled up with (s)Ex. He RSVP'd yes. I was upset. It wouldn't have been a problem if it hadn't beeped while I was blowing (s)Ex. He picked up the phone and read what was on the screen.
Lets just say an awkward moment.
He was really upset about what happened, but he was fuming that I had ignored it for so long, and had let it get to a couple of days before my party and hadn't sorted it all out. He got cross that I was upset about it.
We had lots of make up sex, but neither of our hearts were in it. He came too soon, I came twice - which is nothing for me. It was 4.30am and I had places to be in an hour. I broke my rules and drifted off for a while. I woke at 5, showered and dressed quickly and left. I was tired and went home and slept for a while. Still feeling a little exhausted and such from the day I've curled up on my couch. He texted:
"You're naughty. See you Thursday?"
"I can pretend to be good if you want me to?"
"Naughty is sexy. Bring lube."
At least that sounds more promising...
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