Matthew came over tonight (Friday, March 25), and it was awesome again.
I had forgotten what he looked like, but I think I’ll remember now. Funny how it’s so hard to remember his face. He looks nothing like his photos.
A few things I learned about him that are very interesting.
- He eats out with friends every weekend
- He used to be the guy who can cook for girls. Now he doesn’t. He is doing well financially, so he just pays for restaurant meals.
- His motivation for getting better at bouldering is just to be one of the bests when he goes to the bouldering gym. And he is addicted. He dreams about the puzzles.
- Sometimes work gets busy but he says he can never justify not spending a couple hours every other day going bouldering.
- His smoothie has 15 ingredients. Flax seed, sunflower seeds, chia seeds, hemp oil, kale, spinach, chard, organic ginger, mango, pineapple, 2 raw eggs, 2 bananas, and carrots. He’d make 2L and drink it for 2 days.
I’m writing these things down because I want to improve. I know he can keep up with his hobbies and I wanted to know how. I had these questions about motivation ready even before he came over.
I’m curious about how well adapted he is in life. (And it’s attractive when someone has figured life out.) I want to be like that.
Heck, if I can have a boyfriend and a fuck buddy, that’s so ideal. I just can’t treat someone like that though. He has everything.
So, I was so thrilled about him coming over tonight. I was hoping but not entirely letting myself believe that it’s happening until he was in his car and driving here.
He went bouldering and ran late. That was ok. I was dealing with my super tangled black/grey ombre hair. Actually, I even had to spot clean my onesie. The thing is, there was Jackson’s cum on my onesie and in my hair. Kinda hilarious. (Never heard from Jackson again….if I could keep two fuck buddies going I’d feel like I’m winning…but that’s ok. He was a rough player, not fit to be a fuck buddy.)
Matthew was so much more gentle on me. Omg….it was almost sensual. It turned me on so much. I wasn’t wet, then I was.
We started making out on the couch. He kissed me slowly…nibbled on my ear. Drove me crazy. I came within 10 minutes. That’s how it’s done. He is almost on par with Patrick!
He was really taking it slow, building it up. I loved it. He did all the pleasing of me actually. I didn’t really do much to pleasure him. But I did compliment him a lot. I know words and visuals turn him on more than anything.
We moved to the bedroom…he wanted to start there. I sucked on his dick. No trouble with hardness this time.
He fucked me in my favourite position, me lying on my belly. His fave was doggie style, but it can hurt sometimes.
He sucked on my ears as he did that. Kissed my neck. Bit me. Everything I loved. Sooooo hawt.
Said he loved the mirror. Sometimes slapped my ass. He loved my ass.
I got about 6, or 7 orgasms then.
We moved to the living room floor like I wanted. He was so accommodating it’s almost shocking. Either he has changed or this is how he is in the beginning.
I told him I wanted to remember what he looked like, and he said he hoped I don’t so that I’d have to keep seeing him.
I wanted to say that, if we still know each other in 50 years, we can look back on this time of our life when we are free of wrinkles. But I didn’t say that. Too mushy for now I guess.
We had sex on the trampoline. It was too tiny. Too awkward. But now we can say we’ve done it.
We had sex against the wall. I put my cork platform shoes on. It was pretty hot. I got a couple orgasms from that, and my legs got weak. He sat down on the arm of the sofa while I sat on him, so that I can rest my legs. I was again surprised about how accommodating he was. But I wanted to be fucked against the wall. So we did that some more, and then my legs got really weak again after a couple orgasms, so I – rather dramatically – fell onto the douvet we had brought to the living room, and we both lied down. I was so content and in a bliss. Weak, but it felt nice.
He decided that he wanted to cum finally. So, again in my fave position, he fucked me and came in like 5 seconds. I came too. His cum was so hot. He was quivering which I love. He lied on me, which I also loved.
I went to shower the cum off me and my hair. Then he showered. We were gonna shower together, but I wanted to pee and wash my hair.
While he showered, I changed to my purple wig. He thought that was cute too.
We lied down in bed, started making out again, and started fucking again. Last time he only came once, but his time he came twice so I was thrilled.
We started out in my fave position. He really fucked me nice and long…I just kept getting orgasms. I had 12 by the time he turned me around and said he wanted to cum on my belly.
I actually wanted that too. I wanted to see his face. I wondered if he wanted that too. There’s always gonna be a small part of me wishing that there’s more to us than fucking. Maybe not even a small part.
I wanted to see him climax. He joked about not watching him climax and made a gnarly climax face lol.
He lied down on me after. Quivering. I loved it.
Then we spooned. I loved that too.
We talked about bouldering. I wish I was more into bouldering, but I’m not. I did remember a lot of the routes though, and we discussed them.
He said that he can do better splits because of it, and he said that actually helped in fucking me in my fave position, because he was basically doing a split.
We went on and talked about his motivation, and juicing. Suddenly he felt it was late, and needed to go. He had a meeting the next day. It was around 1:15.
We found our clothes. As we were getting dressed, he said my belly button was perfect, and kissed it. He does seem to be fascinated by my belly. My small waist perhaps. He mentioned his body fat, I said it’s cute fat. He actually looked very chiseled and yummy today. I saw the 11 lines on him, and the V.
We bounced on the trampoline together for a bit. He was making conversations about what was the last movie I saw. Strange.
At the door way, he pointed out that we both had the same fob keys and thought it was cute.
He checked out my car key and learnt that I have a Lexus. I actually left the key there for him to discover, so that we can have this conversation. I wanted him to know that I’m upperclass-ish.
I asked him why he wanted the BMW. He didn’t know. He said, because it’s German, and white, like me.
We talked about Tesla cars as we took the elevator down and walked to his car. It was cold. He joked about driving me to the front door. I didn’t take up on it…probably should’ve. Could’ve been funny.
He said, Thank you. I was like, Whaaat? Are you also British?
Then he faked a British accent. He said, Thank you for a fun evening. So, I thanked him too.
We mentioned a couple times that it’s gonna be a month before we can fuck again. Sigh.
He got home in under 15 min. (I think it took him 18 min to come over at 10pm)
We chatted a bit about how good the night was. He said his legs were so weak, and I said I think I know why. It probably had to do with my 14 orgasms. He said the night was awesome and I agreed, and we said good night.
Ahhhh….so fun.
Wish it’ll always be this fun, that we never get tired of each other.
Thank you.