Excerpts from a Diary

Fuck the Buddy-Boy-Friend Shit!

I have decided that this entry would be reserved for my personal blog, I don't think Man Mecca is ready for this one.

Tonight, although not on my priority list but definitely to be expected, I had sex with my buddy-boy-friend. I must admit from the door that sex lately has been really good and although the reasons for this remarkable improvement has yet to be pinpointed I have don't want to look a gifted horse in the mouth and take what I can get.

I have been called a freak by him on many occasions because I happen to be one of those women who enjoy sex frequently, ain't too proud to admit my own freakiness but not willing to simply be labelled.

My relationship with my buddy-boy-friend is confusing to say the least. But tonight just added to what I would consider what is one of the worst parts of our affair.

I like to experiment and I know what my limitations are but as the saying goes I am willing to "try anything once", except the sadist shit that some people are into - that is just sick! So tonight I place my order for some doggy style and a little horseback riding (with some additions) nothing to make the blood vessels pop but for my own travel experience I wanted something a little different.

"I don't want to, I am coming down with a cold and don't want to do too much moving around." That was his excuse! Now for the past three or four encounters we have ended up in this favorite position (which is nice) but a little boring for me.

SHIT! What is the problem? It is the same fucking position we have been in for the past couple encounters. You have been saving energy for the past month and a half. Now heaven forbid your throat is sore and you can't work up too much of a sweat. I love sex people, I can deal with and episode of bad sex but this is not even bad sex this is "half-assed". Maybe I am being a little too rough and maybe I am just frustrated and I did not get off and must return to more manual methods of estasy, but I put in just as much time and effort and if this is going to be the method that we use then I might as well just get a damn vibrator.

I am mad. And worst yet when I tried to talk to him about it he was just "I can't deal with this now, maybe we can pick this up another time." What the fuck??? Another time, let me check my goddamn appointment book here. Let's see! How does Tuesday look for you, no wait...I plan on berating the customer service representative over at Verizon for not doing his damn job better.

I think that was the worst part. I wanted something, asked for it, was turned down and when I needed to talk he did not have the time. Except there is always time to come to my house and eat food, or watch tv or talk about his problems at 4 in the fucking morning!

I am officially tired of this scenario. Forget the buddy-boy-friend shit, ladies just go out and get yourself a straight fuck buddy. At least then you will find someone who knows what the hell he is doing. (Way harsh I know, but sexual frustration, stress and anger will do that to a bitch!)

posted by Onika @ 8:44 PM