A conversation with the boss I used to fuck [FM]

*What’s sad is that this is the most civil conversation we’ve ever had.*

V: I’m recording

B: Ok…

V: I am very surprised you agreed to this.

B: It’s anonymous, right?

V: Yeah. What are we to each other?

B: Nothing. We never talk. We’re only here now because of this Christmas party I had to go to for work.

V: Are you drunk?

B: Only a little.

V: What WERE we then?

B: You were my girlfriend for about 6 months. Actually I don’t know how long. The lines were a little blurred.

V: Did you love me?

B: Did you love ME?

V: I was passionate about you. Yeah, I think I loved you. That’s the only way I can explain why we stayed together that long.

B: I have other theories.

V: Oh really?

B: I think you stayed with me for so long because you were an unhappy person and deeply insecure.

V: That’s funny. You seemed pretty fucking unhappy.

B: Is that how you write about me?

V: I don’t think you want to know how I write about you.

B: Maybe I’ll write about you.

V: Ok. So I have a question…

B: Shoot.

V: Do you still think you’d fuck your intern?

B: No. Do you still think you’d fuck your boss?

V: I’m married. Also… No, I wouldn’t.

B: You definitely came on to me. I wasn’t a creep.

V: I sincerely do see that relationship as consensual, but I probably wouldn’t do what you did.

B: Wow. Ok. Want to psychoanalyst your fixation on older men, V? I probably wouldn’t fuck my boss. That’s not a good look.

V: Better than fucking your subordinate.

B: Ok, fuck you V. You know it wasn’t like that.

V: What was our sex like?

B: You know the girl from Weeds? It was like that.

V: Our sex was like the woman from Weeds?

B: Yeah.

V: You’re insinuating I’m a sociopath. That’s what that show is about.

B: Is she a sociopath? I just think she’s a mess, but doesn’t have a lot of inhibitions about fucking… But like, she’s dead inside.

V: I’m that good, huh?

B: You’re scary and a little sad.

V: Want to give an example?

B: Um… I don’t know how to say it.

V: Try.

B: Fuck, ok. You’d make me mad so I’d fuck you hard.

V: Really?

B: Yeah. That’s why you talked to your ex all the time.

V: He was my best friend. Not everything is about you.

B: You wanted to fuck him. Were you fucking him when we were together?

V: No. Once when we were on a break.

B: So yes.

V: Jesus. You were fucking other people.

B: No I wasn’t! I don’t need the constant attention.

V: Do you have good memories of us?

B: I don’t know. I liked you so much when I met you. I thought I was going to marry you. Then I realized your “free spirit” shit was an act.

V: That’s funny. I realized most of your shit was an act. We had good sex though.

B: Ok yes, do you need to hear that? We had good sex. You’re great in bed. I thought I was experienced until I met you.

V: What’d we do that was a first for you?

B: Anal. And gagging. I had never been tied up. It was fun at first but then it got sad.

V: Why?

B: Because you just let me use you for sex when I wanted, even after we broke up. You had no self respect.

V: Dude, what? I was using you.

B: We once fucked and then you started crying.

V: I don’t remember that.

B: Yeah. I think you didn’t want to break up and you knew I’d fuck you. It was a way to keep us going after I lost feelings for you.

V: That’s not at all what happened. I just liked fucking you. Also, for the record, you were pretty fucking manipulative.

B: How V? In what world was I manipulating you? Jesus, you were so lost.

V: I was doing pretty fucking well actually. I am doing pretty fucking well.

B: Is that why you let me fuck your ass on the floor of a public restroom?

V: You ALSO did that! You participated in that act.

B: But I wasn’t the one degrading myself.

V: Jesus. I like being degraded. I don’t appreciate this conversation though.

B: I don’t think you liked doing everything you said. You WANTED people to think you did.

V: Wow. Ok. This feels like some kind of sexist kink shaming.

B: Have you ever noticed that you surround yourself with people who are charmed by you?

V: I think that’s called having friends.

B: It’s like with your husband-

V: -Don’t talk about him.

B: Why?

V: Because you’re going to be disrespectful.

B: Im not. I just think he’s attractive.

V: There’s an insult in there.

B: He’s not as smart as you and I assume you get bored.

V: That’s ironic because you always treated me like I was stupid.

B: No I didn’t. I always said you’d be more successful than me. But you were so fucking naive.

V: Yeah… Sorry the 21 year old intern you were dating was naive.

B: Wow, ok.

V: He’s smarter than me.

B: Your husband?

V: Yeah.

B: What do you two talk about?

V: Books, politics… We do the crossword together everyday. I don’t know. I talk to him about everything. We analyze people a lot.

B: Ok.

V: What?

B: No, I just think it’s convenient you’re both so attractive.

V: …I don’t even care what you’re insinuating. I’m happy.

B: Obviously. I never thought you’d get married.

V: Who are you with?

B: I stopped dating in a traditional sense. I’m seeing a girl right now but we’re not in a relationship.

V: What’s the sex like?

B: The best I ever had.

V: *Snorts* ok.

B: She’s sweet.

V: …How old is she bro?

B: I think your obsession with age is a product of your own insecurity. You’re one of the most insecure people I know.

V: That young, huh?

B: She’s 22.

V: Interesting…

B: Fuck off.

V: We need to talk about sex more. Ok, apart from the woman from Weeds, what am I like in bed?

B: You weren’t like the Best sex I ever had, but you were good.

V: Wow, thanks. That’s how I would describe your dick.

B: Classy, V.

V: For the record, I think we had good sex. It was the only thing we did right.

B: We had hate sex. There’s a difference.

V: Do you remember the first time we had sex?

B: *Smiles* Um… Yeah. That was hot. You REALLY wanted it.

V: Yup.

B: Like describe it? We were in my house. I think you looked at me and said something like, “You realize we’re going to fuck, right? It’s only a matter of time.” And you told me you were sore because you kept shoving a dildo inside you while you thought of me. Like… That was hot, V. I’ll give you that.

V: Gee, thanks.

B: Oh shit, yeah. You were on the other side of the room and you striped as you walked toward me. Then you pulled my pants down and we fucked. No. You gave me head and then we fucked. We fucked a lot that night. I went down on you as you sat on the counter.

V: You we’re good at that. You were good at everything. That night was hot.

B: I had never had a woman do that. At one point you said if you didn’t get my penis inside you, you were going to die. That was hot. You were… very enthusiast about my penis. That was a confidence boost.

V: I think we fucked on furniture more than anyone I’ve ever been with.

B: We did?

V: Yeah. I don’t remember us fucking in bed a lot. I was always bent over a couch. Or on the table or against the wall.

B: Oh yeah. That happened. It was also kind of cute the way we’d get into play fights and then fuck. I once chased you around the house and then bent you over my couch.

V: Were we just physical?

B: Of course not… We talked for like 3 months before we fucked. I was really into you, V.

V: What happened?

B: Look, I think you’re a nice girl, ok? But you are shit at being challenged.

V: I didn’t find you that challenging. Our fights weren’t about anything. It was just a power thing.

B: I think you were used to having all the power in every relationship. When I didn’t bow down you got pissed.

V: No… You just always had a reason to be mad. You screamed at me about yogurt. And foil. And you screamed at me when I was 15 minutes late.

B: That didn’t happen. None of that happened.

V: It fucking did! Damn it. We were in the grocery store and I told you yogurt was basically eating ice cream and you screamed at me because you thought it was healthy.

B: I wouldn’t have argued that.

V: We fucked in the car after.

B: *Laughs* Did we? That sounds right. I actually think I remember that. You let me spank you.

V: Yeah and you were pissed so it hurt so bad. Then you bent me over and fucked me in the backseat.

B: That was not a big car. I’m impressed with how much we fucked in it.

V: That was hot.

B: You gave me head a lot. I always woke up to you horny and you’d usually go down on me. Do you ever cheat on your husband?

V: …

B: …

V: … No.

B: I just can’t imagine you married. I can’t even imagine you being faithful at all, honestly. I always thought you cheated on me.

V: Nope, that was you.

B: You knew?

V: Yeah. Your ex girlfriend, right?

B: No, I fucked a girl I met at a bar.

V: Why?

B: Because you were being a fucking bitch! You were always a fucking bitch to me.

V: Seems like I had reason.

B: You’ve never cheated on [your husband]?

V: Jesus no!

B: Ok. Aren’t you a sex addict?

V: Not all sex addicts cheat.

B: I think all cheaters cheat.

V: I grew up.

B: Ok. Why’d we break up?

V: I’m surprised we stayed together for as long as we did.

B: I think it was just sex.

V: Yeah. That’s all we were at that point?

B: I think I was more to you but it was just sex for me after a while.

V: Ok.

B: That offends you?

V: It’s just not reality, but there’s not point in arguing.

B: Enlighten me.

V: You were in love with me. You drove 12 hours to me once. And you texted me constantly. You always wanted me around. You were in love with me.

B: I don’t think I was. That’s why I stopped saying it.

V: You stopped saying to it to manipulate me. You could withhold and blame me.

B: You really think I’m that shitty of a person?

V: I hope you’ve changed.

B: I hope you have.

V: I did. I think this interview is over.

B: You’re pissed.

V: Not really. You just make me sad.

B: Ok, V.

V: Alright.

B: Hey… We were good together for a while. I don’t regret dating you. I probably should have handled a lot of things better.

V: If all worked out.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zr1g1k/a_conversation_with_the_boss_i_used_to_fuck_fm