I don’t expect everyone to understand my relationship choices, I encourage questions, I respect conversations, and in return I expect the ones close to me to respect my choices, even if they don’t agree.
My upstairs neighbor is a very “standard” sexer. He gets drunk on the weekends, meets girls, lays down a smooth line, and tries to seal the deal by bringing them home. Once he gets them back home he fucks them like a normal drunk American boy should. He closes his eye when he kisses her, and thinks missionary is the key to getting a good night’s fuck.
I don’t judge. He’s getting some. It’s not my idea of a good time, but by no means do I think he’s wrong or bad for working this angle.
I consider myself a pretty “adventurous: sexer. I try new things, I take pride in the type of communication I have with my lovers, and yes, I have multiple lovers.
Recently I was joined by the drunk version of my upstairs neighbor only to discover I was the girl in his sights for the night. The problem here? He was lacking any sort of tact or smooth moves. To paint you the picture, one minute he was trying to put his hand down my pants, and the next he was questioning my motives and dignity.
He asked me how I could say I cared for someone as much as I cared about @sexhero and still fuck someone else. He called me gross for having multiple (overlapping) sexual partners, then he stuck his hand up my shirt.
I asked him how he could question my regular lovers, when he didn’t even have to know the girl’s last name. He followed it up with telling me my last name and then asking why I’d fuck “anything” but I wouldn’t touch him (that’s a whole other story).
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m honored to be one of the “hot” girls in his sights but where does he get off criticizing my choices when his hand is down my pants? Is anyone else having a hard time keeping up?