The F*** Buddy


For about the last 3 or 4 years this woman and I had an “arrangement”.  In this “arrangement” we did what most folks like to call FUCKING.  From day one all I did was tear that ass up.  There was no beating around the bush.  We just got to it.  One time I was bullshitting and she said in an annoyed voice, “Can we fuck now?”  Yes, I must say she was the perfect ‘Fuck Buddy’.  She was the definition of that shit.  This woman never asked about my relationship status…because it wasn’t about that. She never wanted to spend the night or even hang out after our sessions…because it wasn’t about that. She never asked to go on a date…because it wasn’t about that. Her only concern was when I was going to be available to beat the cakes.  When we were done, she threw on her clothes, maybe said goodbye and shook the spot. If she saw me in public with another woman, she would not even acknowledge it. No emotions, no reason to lie about anything, no strings, just pure fucking.  She was such a G about everything!

Now we did not link up all the time.  Sometimes we would go months without seeing each other.  I don’t know about her but if I was dating someone serious she wouldn’t even get a response from me.  Anytime there was a break up or I was going through a slump I went ahead and sent that text.  The text would read “I need that”, and once availability was worked out we were set.  It was such a beautiful situation and it worked well for both of us.  There were no emotions, no questions, and no worries.  I don’t even remember us ever kissing, and there for damn sure wasn’t any cuddling. We knew what our purpose was for each other.  When there was an itch it was scratched.  

So for 3 or 4 years this is how we got down.  We had some really good times. Our sexual chemistry was on point! But as we know all good things must come to an end.  I really don’t believe in that saying but I knew this shit had to eventually stop.  If it was up to her I don’t think it would have ever ended.  She was once married and didn’t ever want to go that route again.  So as long as she got her fix once in awhile she was good.  I, on the other hand, assumed that it would end because I would find the beautiful woman that I wanted to marry. WRONG! The damn woman broke the fuck buddy rules!  The day after our last session I received about 3 text messages from her.  After years of doing things a certain way she now wanted more.  In those text messages she let me know that she needed to be hugged, kissed, and cuddled.  Was that asking too much? YES INDEED.  Next she might want me to start taking her out on dates, and that was NOT gonna happen.  That is not in the fuck buddy handbook and I never talked to her again.  Thee END.

Stay tuned for the next post, “Fuck Buddy Guidelines”. 

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