Fuck first, think later?
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Is it possible to have sex with someone you can’t stand? I recently went out with a guy and had the most amazing sex in ages. We fucked, we sucked, we rimmed, we kissed till our lips were chapped. He picked me up at a party a couple of weeks’ prior, called me several times, sent me emails, and arranged our date.
I took a taxi to his apartment, and when I walked in, he quickly showed me around his apartment, then was all over me. He suggested sex before dinner, and I agreed—heck, he was hot. We threw our clothes off, and before I knew it condoms were on and this was a flip-fuck to write home about. I can’t remember the last time I had sex that lasted that long—a good hour before cumming—and couldn’t wait for more.
We went out for drinks and dinner, and something changed. I grew uncomfortable around him and noticed he didn’t want me to put my hand on his shoulder or say anything sweet; that kind of stuff. We ran into some friends of his, and the introductions were extremely impersonal, as if I were his business partner or contractor.
When we got home, more sex. I decided he was one of those guys who’s not affectionate in public, cause he was all over me again. Once again, sex for a good hour. And new sex. Things we’d not done yet. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and it was hot, hot, hot.
I wake up, he makes me breakfast, and then he gets on the phone and calls his friends. From one phone call to the next. He never says “Oh, hold on” or anything. The night before we had made lunch plans, otherwise I would have taken the obvious hint and left immediately. Anyway, lunch was dreadful, and afterward he almost screamed when I came up behind him to kiss his neck.
A few days later he called me. Why? Cause he thought it would be nice to let me know how much he couldn’t stand me. Seriously. He said he wanted me to leave right after we had sex, knew we had nothing in common, and had no idea how to get rid of me. Now, a trick is a trick, but this guy spent over a week seducing me. When he called or emailed, he asked a billion personal questions. How do you not know ahead of time that the guy’s all wrong for you?
I still don’t know if this is his M.O. (fuck first, think about it later), or if he believed it himself that we might get along. I do know the sex was amazing. I also know I’d never go near that guy again.
-David
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