Oh man. There is so much to tell. How do I cut this story short?
So E and I met for dinner, but of course dinner ended up into a night cap of sorts. For most of the night he was acting very lovey dovey; holding my hand, wrapping his arms around my waist, etc. etc. We get back to his place, we start pounding. Then he literally just starts poking me...in the um brown starfish if you will. I have never done this before and was quite surprised, although not completely turned off. We kept at it.
He actually didn't finish, even though we were going at it for a while, so I climbed on top. We were both heavily enjoying ourselves and his phone rings. He gets up in the middle of our deed, answers the phone, and tells me his friend came to visit him and is outside his place right now. So he throws me my clothes and leaves the room.
Finally, when I muster up the strength to face him and his friend, I say that I need to go. E walks me outside and gives me a huge kiss goodnight.
Now let's just face it, this man is absolutely crazy...I will/do not stand for feeling used. All communication with him will therefore stop immediately.
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