Tag: Girlfriend

This is a true story that occurred when I (F), was 28 at the time and had only been dating my man (38M) for 8 months

Tall, model thin, thick eyeliner and cherry red hair, Keesha (25 F) definitely had her demons. She liked rock concerts and whiskey and spoke with a Texas twang that was sweeter than expected. She preferred fishnets, American Spirits cigarettes and stiletto fake nails. Her eyes were piercingly beautiful green. Photographers always solicited her image and she definitely was the muse of many fashion photo shoots.

People were drawn to her. She came with an entourage that partied hard early in the morning. Noon was too early for morning coffee. She traveled all over for work and was proud to post myriad selfies with rockstars in Vegas.

It’s a false stereotype that all models are superficial. It’s a true stereotype that models don’t eat. She devoured Jung, Plath and drank Rumi and Gibran. From these authors she crafted poetry of her own philosophy.

I had known my partner and Keesha were friends for many years. I suspected at one point they had romantic encounters. He told me she was coming over for dinner one evening and he would like to make dinner for us. Read more »

Full disclosure: writing this up on a dare. I could probably give a more detailed account of both my evening and my relationship with the guy in question, but word count being no requirement in said dare, I’m just going to be sketching this thing out in fairly broad strokes. [*Okay, writing this after having completed the post—spoke too soon, lol. Started getting pretty wet by like the third or fourth paragraph or so, and was more or less trying with one hand not long after, even though I sort of have (or thought I had? still do?) mixed feelings about what happened. Anyway, I got a little carried away, so what follows is no novel but it certainly is no cliff notes version either.*]

Junior year of college, winter break. I was 22 (I took a year off) and he was 20. We became close our freshman year, but really got to know each other when we were sophomores. I helped him get over a pretty shit break-up, and he was consistently funny, respectful toward me, and just generally made me feel safe (when it felt like most other guys I’d get in a certain proximity to over a certain period of time just wanted or tried to fuck me). I helped him with a class he sucked at, he did the same for me. He stood up for me when one of his friends was being a weirdo, and we just generally had a good thing going. Read more »

Hi ! The response to my previous post was kind of sufficiently positive. So, I decided to write more. It is kind of long so, bear with me.

Some background about myself, I am a 21 year old [F].

This happened in my first year of college. I was in a relationship and we were very far. And we also couldn’t afford seeing each other too often. Having an almost insatiable sexual desire, long distance was barely working for me. I wanted to fuck. Since, I was new to the university, I couldn’t be my slutty self. I was scared of being judged (Now I walk around without a bra and one can definitely see my nipples. I don’t mind the attention at all). I made one friend and and Let’s call him Alex. He was very shy. He has very gentle features. He is someone who is extremely pleasant to look at. I won’t call him handsome but, he is definitely above average. Barely spoke enough to sustain a conversation. We just used to hang out in his room and watch random shit. He later told me that he had a gf. So, he was in a long distance thing too. Read more »