[FF] My favorite fuck buddy, and why I don’t do relationships.

I had so much fun writing my last gonewildstories post that I just had to think back for another set of fun experiences.

I don’t really do relationships much. I get bored easy, so I generally keep a fuck buddy or two around when the *urge* strikes. My favorite is a woman, we’ll call her K. K and I met in college, and we *hated* each other at first, namely because we’re exactly the same sort of person. Except, she’s tall and willowy, and I’m small and delicately curvy. Eventually post-graduation, we made our tenuous peace, and got together for drinks when our similar jobs brought us to the same city for a weekend.

Drinks led to other things. Fun things.

We met up at her hotel bar and stayed until it closed, sipping wine and reminiscing about school. Turns out, we hated each other for a dumb reason (of course), and could have been best friends if we weren’t both too stubborn to reach out first. When the bar closed we headed upstairs, to order room service and chat some more.

[F] Blowjob tour of Dallas.

I was in Dallas on business earlier in the week, and on a whim decided to post on RAOBJ. I had a plethora of responses, and ended up choosing four guys to blow over the course of two days. I’ve copy-pasted my [success] stories from that subreddit, so I guess this is technically a cross-post.

**Guy No. 1**

I got out of my meeting around lunch time to a *very* full inbox. But, because I am a wonderful person, I read through each and every one, and picked out six lovely gentlemen to talk to, four of which turned out to be actually decent, and made plans with each of them. Of course, I told them all about each other, not like I was hiding anything.

I met the first one when a meeting was cancelled, leaving me an hour with no one to do. So I sent him a text, asking if he was down to meet real quick.

Of course he was.

We met at a Starbucks down the block from the building I was in, and once I texted a friend a mugshot in case I went missing, we went to his car, and hopped in the back seat. Side note, hella nice car. I’m a sucker for tan leather seats.