Brendon Pt 2

Detailed sex story ahead FYI…

We kissed all the way from my door to my bedroom. When we got to my room, I started undressing him. First his shirts (swear he had on like 4), then his pants. We were kissing again and he pulled my shirt off. I always wear easy access clothes when a man I intend to fuck is coming over lol undressing me was easy. He kissed all over my body like he was in love with me or something. I laid back on the bed. He pulled me towards the edge and climbed on top of me. He slid into me while we were kissing and I felt like I was gonna cum right then and there. Kissing really does it for me and Brendon seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. He was so kind and so gentle with me…while he was on top of me. Then he flipped me around and entered me from behind. Yall. It hurt so fucking good!!! I felt his sweat dripping on my ass. We’re fucking and then he pulled out and nutted on my carpet. ON MY FUCKING CARPET!!! We had an intermission and talked a bit and then out of nowhere, he picked me up and put me on top of him. HE COULD LIFT ME!!! So the part I forgot to say was that he delivered furniture. I guess I’m a couch because he lifted my 300lb ass with no problems. I proceeded to ride him until he lifted me up again, laid me on my back, and fucked me missionary. He nutted on my carpet again. We got dressed and walked back to the door. We kissed some more, but I cut it short so he could go get his sister. He let me know when he got to his sister and when he made it back home. 

Brendon and I had a good, sexy time together. Lots and lots of kissing, naked cuddling, telling stories from our lives… Usually every time we got together, we fucked at least twice because of the first goodbye kiss always led to another round. Everything was just so intense between us all the time. One time we fucked at the door because we couldn’t make it to my room. It was the kissing. So much passion wrapped into each one. His hands always ended up wandering over my entire body and that’s how sex happens. Kissing is dangerous. Especially kissing Brendon. We continued to talk all day and all night. I think you could make a drinking game out of how many times I used the word ‘kissing’ lol

Everything with Brendon felt so right. I didn’t feel like I had to force anything, he seemed to want me as much as I wanted him, but that wasn’t true.

We were both having a rough week and we were joking about how at least this is going well for us. We had just made it to a month and two days later, he ghosted me. I remember I was at game night at Tej’s house and he was asking me what games we were playing and how he wished he could come and then nothing.

I was in such disbelief that I was like ok…he must’ve died because ain’t no way…I thought this for 2 days. I didn’t allow myself to feel anything until I got confirmation of his death or signs of life. Then I saw him respond to something someone tagged him in on facebook. He was not dead. I have this rule of 3 when it comes to men. I saw a boy ignore 100 phone calls and text messages and I never wanted to give any dude that power over me. I will try to reach out a max of 3 calls and 3 messages and then it has to stay where it is. I didn’t call him at all, so he got 4 messages. I sent one message on Saturday, one on Sunday, a facebook message on Facebook after I saw the comment and a message on snapchat after he viewed my story. He blocked me on facebook after I sent that message.

 I was DEVASTATED!!! Confused, lost, heartbroken…All the things. 

There were no signs. He was all in and then he was all out. Ghosting is so cruel. 

After this experience, I took a break from Danny, Rodney and I had already stopped calling each other at this point, and I sought solace from Dro. Yeah, I know. He was offering me friendship and I needed someone to fill the gap Brendon left…temporarily. I was fucked up for weeks. It still lingers a little bit because it’s not closed. Idk if it was something I did or something he had going on. 

Let’s take a break from the emotional the lovey dovey shit  for a second. He could lift me and he was my best eater. I LOST MY BEST EATER!!!! That’s another level of heartbreak. I could cry right now just thinking about it.

Through this experience, I made a big girl move. Instead of keeping this to myself, I took it to my friends and allowed myself to be affirmed, reassured, loved, and supported through this terrible grieving process. I made myself so proud! 

Randomly, I thought about how I was supposed to lend him my copy of The Silent Patient to read, but we kept forgetting every time he came over. Do yall know how fucking relieved I am that that asshole does not have my book!?!?! If you look at the bookshelf in the picture, the book is on display so that when he walked in he would see it. Obviously, the bookshelf was not our focus lol

This is why I don’t fuck with men who have androids. I said what I said!!! Never again!!!

Next Up: Lessons from my hoe phase, the answers to the ig questions, fun facts, confessions, and what song reminds me of each guy…

Also, I did a half ass job with editing this lol I'm sorry.