Why Can’t Men Just Be Honest?

I made a post about my First real kiss in a long time recently. That guy has not spoken to me since that time we kissed after our date. I texted him asking if he wanted to see me & he didn’t even reply. That was over a week ago. I’m not heartbroken or anything, I just don’t understand men.

If you don’t want to talk to me, just say so. If you want to move on, be honest. Why lie? Why ignore. I can’t stand guys who lie and aren’t straight up. All guys claim to be loyal and honest, but when it comes down to it, they’re so afraid of being honest because they assume all girls are emotional wrecks. I’m sure some girls are, but not me. Not me.

Here’s some advice for men out there: be honest. Girls aren’t as fragile as you may think. We can handle it. Let us know where we stand. Don’t leave us in the dust. I just can’t stand guys sometimes. Anyone else?

I slept with my fuck buddy’s friend

I recently started talking to one of my friends with benefits. However, one of his friends msgd me on IG & asked me what I was doing tonight. I really wanted to drink after work & just let loose but I’m not used to hanging out with him so I didn’t really know what to expect. I certainly didn’t expect he would be all over me later on in the night but he was and we had sex, if you can even call it that. We went to his condo which is literally right beside my office building & drank some beer in his balcony. It was fine, whatever. Then he tried to kiss me. I explained to him that I don’t kiss & just blew him off basically. Fast forward to like, 1 hour later. He came on to me again, started kissing my neck & chest, and I figured whatever, ill let him kiss me there. I didn’t think it would turn to sex.

When we got to his room, he came onto me again & I just gave in because he didn’t really give me much of an option? I hate it when this happens but I really do regret it especially since D texted me the same time this guy did to chill! And I chilled with this guy? Ugh. At least sex with D was good. This guy sucked. His dick was small & he couldn’t even get hard. He kept telling me I had the best tits hes ever seen, how hot I am, how long he’s been thinking about fucking me, etc. I didn’t feel anything. I couldn’t. He ate me out & told me vegan girls taste better. I couldn’t feel shit for him.

After we ‘fucked’ I was cold & distant. Since he doesn’t rlly know me, he thought I was mad at him & joked around saying “I feel bad for all those other guys you fucked, they must feel so insecure”. I told him it was nothing personal, then I left.

First ‘real’ kiss in a long time

I’ve been talking to this guy from my work. I mean he doesn’t work there anymore since he moved up, but we hung out a couple of times. Hes in his early 30s. On Monday we went to a restaurant/lounge & had some beer. We talked about life and everything. I really enjoy being around him, it feels like we’ve been friends forever but really only 2 weeks. I havent told him too much about me & i’d like to keep it that way. There’s no point in throwing your heart and soul into something you don’t know will last.

He drove me home & I hugged him & thanked him for an awesome date. I touched his face & turned it toward me. He was expecting a kiss on the cheek so he barely turned, but then I kissed him. It was slow & I wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss me back but we went at it for a bit. I felt shy and stupid because I didnt know how to act around normal guys. Guys who didnt pay me for my time or to fuck. Its fucking weird. So I quickly ended the kiss & after saying goodbye, i left.

Wrong

“We can’t do this,” he said as she cupped his erection through his jeans.
“Why not?” She whispered against his ear.
“Because I have a girlfriend -whom I love.” But even as he said the words, he couldn’t think of anyone else besides the woman who was now stroking his cock.
“What’s love got to do with it?” She asked.

He would be lying if he said she wasn’t the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He was mesmerized by her eyes, her lips, and everything in between.

“I just want you to fuck me. And by the looks and feel of it, it appears you want to fuck me too,” she smiled and traced his lips with a small finger. Before he could respond, she lifted her dress up to her waist exposing her bare pussy. If he was mesmerized before, now he was entranced. She pulled him by the collar and crashed her lips to his. It was unexpected, raw, and passionate, as if they had been long lost lovers. He couldn’t help but kiss her back and trail kisses down her neck, chest, and after getting rid of her bra, her nipples too. She moaned softly and turned his head to meet hers. “We don’t have much time,” she breathed.

Realizing that the only regret he would have from this encounter is if he didn’t have sex with her, he picked her up by the hips and quickly placed her on the desk. They were in a tiny room in the banquet hall and there was no furniture in the dimly lit space. Not that he cared at this point, he just needed to have her.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered. Now it was his turn to take control. She parted her legs ever so slowly watching his eyes devour the sight before him. He pulled her hips to the edge of the desk so that they were now skin to skin. “I need you closer,” he said in a heat of lust.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, brushing his soft dark hair in the process.

“I need you inside me.” God help him, he needed to get inside her too. He positioned his large shaft at her wet sex and pushed inside her until he was all the way in.

“You’re so big,” she gasped as he fucked her hard.
“You’re fucking tight,” his voice was strained, but his thrusts held nothing back. He gripped her ass cheeks firmly, digging his fingers into the meaty flesh.

“Hold on tight,” he warned before impaling his cock through her smooth walls.
“Fuck!” She cried out and fisted his hair with one hand. Her yell was loud and someone could have heard them. “Yeah… that’s good. Right. There.” She encouraged.
“Quiet,” he said as he covered her mouth with his hand. Her eyes widened in shock but closed once he picked  up his pace. They went at it like that. The sound of flesh slapping together, their labored breathing, and the occasional moans that would escape their mouths filled the room. With a few violent thrusts, he felt her hot liquid drench his cock. The slippery fluid made her pussy feel like velvet. It was the most incredible feeling and brought him completely over the edge. His orgasm consumed every part of him, but he felt more consumed by her.

She rested her hands on his shoulders as he lowered her feet to the floor. She glanced at him very briefly before turning to readjust her thong and dress. He was staring at her without really meaning too. There was something about her that intrigued him. Perhaps it was everything. Her body, her short brown hair, her sensual eyes. She was beautiful.

“Quit staring,” she said in a playful tone.

“Sorry,” he smiled while shaking his head and proceeded to pull up his pants. He quickly zipped and buttoned them before readjusting his dress shirt. He still couldn’t help but look at her as she smiled and walked toward him. With her eyes fixed on his, she slowly reached up with her hands to tie his tie and fix his collar.

“Don’t be,” she whispered softly before planting a chaste kiss on his lips. It was such a small gesture, but it was more intimate than anything they had just done.

He didn’t want to leave her, but he had no choice at the moment. His lovely girlfriend would be waiting for him upstairs along with the rest of his business associates. She seemed to have the same thoughts on her mind, as well.
“I think it’s time to go. You should probably go first, just in case, ” she said coolly. Her tone wasn’t condescending or rude, just straight to the point. It made him like her even more.
“Yes, you’re right. I guess I’ll be off,” he nodded and turned to walk away. His legs came to an abrupt stop before turning in her direction.

He had no idea what he was about to do as his body was making the decisions for him. But he knew one thing for certain. He couldn’t leave her like this. He couldn’t leave her and risk never seeing her again, without tasting her one last time.

“I forgot something, ” his voice was hoarse as he cupped her face in his hands and collided his lips to hers. She moaned from the fierce way his lips claimed hers. Her breaths and sighs made him hard all over again, and he knew he was in serious trouble. He ended the kiss first, but not before sharing a moment with her. He looked at her exquisite face, studying her features in case this would be the last time. He hoped his mind would remember every detail of her. But there’s no way he could forget either. Girls like her only exist in fantasies. However, she was real and he had had the sweet privilege to be with her. He had to ensure that she knew he was grateful for her offering.
“Thank you,” he said.

Delve Deeper

“Well that’s  just great, huh? You come to me for an escape, you fuck me, then you go home to your sweet little wife,” Jenna snorted as she took a drag of her cigarette. She was seething.

“You know damn well that’s not true,” Mike said as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

“Oh, it’s not?” With a raised eyebrow, Jenna walked towards him. “Which part isn’t true: the part where you just use me for sex or the part where you go home to her every fucking night?” Mike’s jaw flexed. He knew she was right. He did use her. But he also had feelings for Jenna at the same time. Shaking her head, Jenna laughed dryly as she walked toward the window. Mike watched her as she stared out the window. She looked small and vulnerable. Almost like a child who needed he comforting hug of a parent. Yet, he hadn’t even offered her a goddamn apology. God, he was such an asshole.

“Jenna, I’m so sorry,” Mike said softly as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Jenna didn’t react. For a long time, they just stood there silently; her facing the window with Mike’s hand still on her bare shoulder.

“You know what hurts the most? I’m jealous that you get to go home to someone. I come home to an empty apartment and an even emptier life. I’m tired of being alone. Tired of always being discarded,” Jenna admitted before turning to face him. Her eyes were glassy as she met his eyes.

“You know things haven’t been good between her and I for quite some time now,” Mike blew out an exasperated breath.

“And that’s my problem how? Just tell me if you plan on leaving her or not!” Jenna deadpanned.

“I do. The more time I spend with you the more I realize how little her and I have in common,” Mike said softly as he caressed her cheek with one hand.

“Do you mean that? You’ll really leave her?” She asked, her voice unsure.

Mike had never lied to her and he wasn’t about to start now. Grabbing her face with both hands, he kissed her deeply. His hot tongue brushed smoothly against hers. Mike nipped at her bottom lip, making her giggle. He smiled against her lips.

“I’d do anything for you, Jenna. Don’t ever doubt my feelings for you,” Mike said reassuringly. Jenna reached up and kissed him tenderly before wrapping her arms around his neck. Mike kissed her neck before he carried her to her bedroom. Before he reached the bed, Jenna surprised him by saying “forget the bed, take me against the wall”. She licked under his ear and her hot breath lingered on his skin.

“The wall sounds like a much better idea,” Mike conceded. Setting her down for a moment, he undid his jeans and threw off his shirt. Moving closer, he tore Jenna’s tank top off of her and pulled down her shorts along with her thong. “Come here baby,” he said huskily. Picking her up, Jenna’s legs locked around his hips. Mike walked them toward the wall while cupping her ass in his hands.

“I want you so bad, you have no idea,” Jenna breathed longingly against his chest.

“You have me,” Mike whispered as he aligned his cock with her hot sex. “All of me,” he grinned. In one stroke, he entered her. Jenna released a long deep moan and bit her bottom lip. Mike didn’t give her a moment of reprieve before he began thrusting hard and deep. Each thrust was rewarded with a whimper of pleasure and the sound of Jenna’s round ass smacking against the wall.

“God, yes, yes, yes,” Jenna chanted, with her eyes shut tight and head resting against the wall.

“Look at me,” Mike groaned. He needed to see her expression as he fucked the shit out of her. Needed it more than anything. Jenna’s eyes darted open and her lips parted as she met his eyes. “Eyes on me,” Mike breathed as he delved deeper and deeper. This was probably the most intimate thing ever -him inside her with their eyes locked on each other. Every time he thrust, it felt as if Mike was delving deep into her soul.

 

Come To Me

She was sprawled out on her bed in nothing but a pink lace thong and matching string bra. Her ribs and hipbones were prominent, her stomach flat and toned. He grew hard at the sight. She lay on her back with her arms above her head and legs spread across the mattress. She turned her head to him and their eyes locked. The heat in the room was overwhelming and undeniably hot. He stalked to her bed with a deadly look in his eyes. His cock bulged from his pants and she bit her lip to suppress a moan.

“Come here,” she said huskily before parting her legs for him.

He climbed on top of her and the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against her naked body. He devoured her. Pulling her bra down just far enough, he captured one nipple into his mouth. She moaned and urged him on. While his tongue stroked her hard nipple, his other hand stroked the outside of her thong. She arched her back to meet his hand, urging him to put his fingers inside her.

“Don’t torture me. I need more,” she grabbed a fistful of his blonde hair and pulled him into a passionate kiss. His dick throbbed against her sex, driving her mad. He lifted himself up abruptly and tore her thong in half. She leaned up on her elbows, her mouth gaping in shock and excitement.

“It’s about time,” she smirked.

“Patience,” he said before licking her pussy.

“Fuck that,” she retorted before her eyes rolled back. He swirled hiss tongue in all the right places and before she could come, he buried himself deep inside her.

“This was worth the wait,” he said hoarsely as he began to thrust. She couldn’t make out any words, but her sounds of pleasure were a clear indication of how she felt. He watched her as he increased his pace, their faces only inches apart. He rested his forehead against hers before closing his eyes. It was a sensation they both reveled in. There were no words to describe it. Having him inside her was like an itch you kept scratching because it felt so good.

“Fuck yes,” she moaned and grabbed onto his arms. She needed to touch him, needed him to touch her. “Harder, please,” she cried as he pushed himself deeper.

He hit her cervix and she cried out again. Holding her legs firmly, he and began to move faster. The friction was just what they both needed and it felt so damn good.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she yelled and arched her back into him. He spread her legs and fell on top of her. He gave her long, hard strokes and she came beneath him. Her orgasm caused her pussy to clench tighter around him and that was all it took to push him over the edge. This woman did all sorts of things to him. She was dangerous.

Smoke in the room

There’s something great about smoking a cigarette in bed right after you’ve just been thoroughly fucked. And having one after an orgasm just makes my body shudder all over again. It’s like another orgasm. I feel the high course through every fiber of my being. The sensation leaves me a little light headed.

I look at the man beside me laying on my bed. He lay on his back, his eyes closed. He looks as exhausted as would be expected. I laugh quietly as I remember how hard he fucked me and shake my head.

I dig my fingernails into his back unconsciously as he hammers into me. My legs are wrapped around his hips like a vice. Small moans escape my lips and they soon become louder as he fucks me deeper than I’ve ever been fucked in my life.

“Fuck!” I yell as he rams into me with such force, his hipbones collide with mine. As the pain registers and my face crumples, he slows down and takes my face in his hands.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he says as his mouth captures mine in a sweet kiss. “You okay?” His eyes search mine.

“Yeah, keep going. Don’t stop,” I breathe out. I’m so desperate to be taken. Ravaged. I love having the shit fucked out of me. I love being manhandled. I love it all.

His large hand wraps around my neck, squeezing firmly but leaving just enough room for me to breathe. “Come for me, baby,” his voice is hoarse and raspy, “let me feel that pussy clench around me.”

His words, the roughness of his trusts, and his hand on my throat bring me over the edge. My back automatically arches as my orgasm hits me. My eyes are shut tightly and I make no noise as I relish in the 15 seconds of bliss.

A little out of control

He picked me up the minute we were in the hotel room. I heard a rip and when I checked later on, I found that my dress was in fact ripped. Anyway. I had a terrible night and called him as a last resort to try and go home. I knew he would want to fuck me. We had fucked before a couple of times, but it was never anything special. He was a drug dealer for Christ sake.

He was furious with me for not letting him touch me in the car or the elevator. And he made me pay. I was kind of scared of him because he never took no for an answer. All of a sudden, he pushed me on the bed and I fell on my stomach. He then proceeded to hit me or spank me, but really it felt more like a beating. It was excruciating and I remember falling off the bed and on the ground because I couldn’t hold myself up. I begged him to stop but he never did. It was just blow after blow and I was afraid at this point. I always thought he was a sadist because he looked like he got off on hurting me, whether he was spanking me or slapping the shit out of my pussy.

It’s one thing if you consent to this kind of stuff and you really know the person. But me and this guy were not fucking close and he crossed the line. I think I only saw him one time after that night and I couldn’t see him anymore because he was just too much. Looking back at some of the men I’ve been with in the past few years is kind of eye opening.

Casual encounters (repost)

“Why are you pretending like last night didn’t happen?” He demanded. There was a hint of anger in his tone and hurt.

“We fucked, that’s all.” She shrugged.

“We both know that’s a fucking lie.” He  spat and walked to her bed where she lay half naked.

“It was just sex. I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it. What’s the big deal?” She tried to  remain indifferent. She didn’t want anything more with him. Sex was fine as long as it was casual. But it scared her to think about the possibility of loving him. She saw his jaw clench tightly before he climbed on top of the bed and pinned her body down. She gasped as he held her wrists firmly over her head. His breathing was harsh. His emotions evident. She didn’t blame him. There was silence between them for a few moments as they stared at each other.

“You want to tell me that what we did was just casual –just sex?” He broke the silence. He lowered his head closer to her face and spoke again. “The way you cried out my name when you came -the way you fell apart in my arms – that was just sex?” His lips were dangerously close to hers. She shuddered at his words and made a small whimper. He didn’t kiss her, only lingered. She could feel the heat from his mouth against her lips. Without any warning, he pulled down her tiny thong and tossed it on the floor. His gaze never left hers as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans just far enough to expose his hard erection. She didn’t object. She knew he needed this. So she let him take her.

There was no foreplay involved, no passion or emotion other than anger and desperation. With his eyes still locked on hers, he  entered her roughly, making her gasp at the harsh intrusion. He didn’t give her a moment of reprieve before he began hammering into her like a starved animal. She watched him intently as he fucked her. He was physically close to her but his expression remained distant. He didn’t kiss her or even touch her. What hurt the most was that he hadn’t looked at her once. He just fucked her as if she was nothing.

It didn’t feel like sex. It felt like a punishment, a direct way for him to express all the hurt. She knew she deserved it. Once he pulled out,  he rolled off the bed and readjusted his pants. He didn’t so much as glance at her and she was glad because she didn’t want him to see the hot  tears forming in her eyes . She turned her head away from him and tried to process what had just happened. She heard his footsteps as he  walked around  her bed to the doorway before leaving her apartment without a word. She got what she wanted -a casual fuck. But she didn’t expect to ever feel this bad.

The one-night stand

Once we got inside his condo, we settled on the couch. He turned on the TV and found something for us to watch. I felt my body tingle with need. I was so horny it almost hurt. Not seconds after he put his arm around my shoulder, I put a hand to his face and pulled him into a kiss. It was enough to make me melt. I melted into the kiss, into him. Our tongues played with one another; teasing, caressing. He pulled me to straddle his lap, which I used as an opportunity to rip off his sweater. He sucked my breasts -which has always been a weakness of mine -and I knew I needed him right then. Everything else was a blur. I don’t remember how we got to his bedroom. I just remember us kissing and staring into each other’s eyes. It felt intimate, although we were strangers. It left me feeling very confused.

I told him he could be rough with me, that I liked it rough. He seemed apprehensive at first, but I knew he liked having his hand around my neck while he ruthlessly pounded into me. I mean what guy wouldn’t. I was giving him the opportunity of a lifetime -to do whatever he wanted to me. I took him in my mouth and blew him so deep my throat hurt for the next 3 days. A while later, he managed to cum. He cleaned me up and when we were done we sat on the couch and it was so awkward. He didn’t even ask me how I was going to get home or if I needed directions. I had to ask him to come down with me to the lobby to show me. I didn’t want to feel cheap, but that’s how he made me feel. This happened back in February. I didn’t know he was after a one-night stand. If I had known, I wouldn’t have kissed him, or fucking him raw, or even blew him. That’s not necessarily shit you do with a one-night stand. That’s couples shit. If he had been honest, I wouldn’t have messaged him a week later saying Hi. He said he was busy and never spoke to me again. He probably thought I wanted a relationship or something, when really I just wanted to fuck again.

That’s the problem with “nice” guys. They only seem nice but they’re not genuinely good guys. I mean, I’m not upset now, but at the time I was because he left me in the dark. I wanted to know why he didn’t want to see me again. But now I realize that its a good thing he didn’t call, because I don’t need a guy like him anyway. If hes not honest, mature, and a good enough person, then I don’t want him.