OMG this reminds of a story, lemme just share... I met with this sexy buff intelligent mixed guy, who fucks DOWNE, we hung out in his bed, and acted all coy and mess... We had the best conversation, and a real chill afternoon, but he wouldn't initiate a sexual mess, I wasn't gonna start anything because I was kinda waiting. But when he said he was gonna go I was fuming, cause I was READY to get busy nnnnn
I felt like such a thot though and could not own up to it, so I said coo, gotta bounce anyways. We had talked for like 3 hours. But then riding home I texted him saying I was mad, he wasn't trynna fuck. I never felt worse in my life, the texts after were the most awkard exchange of texts ever... He legit was trying to get to know me and hang more, had I just fetishized him? nnn
Not me fuming over not getting fucked... I need to learn to own up more to my desires I guess or just shut the fuck up.
But dang he was foine as shit, and I was all ready and set to go, I should have just went for it while I laid next to him in bed.