Sex is a bit like drugs.
If you know how to use drugs wisely, a lot of them can be fun.
Sex is the one drug we should embrace as a society. It is pretty well established that the more people smoke weed, the less people get upset about it. It’s the same with sex.
So while we shouldn’t get high 24/7, on the special occasion you do the best idea is to simply enjoy it as much as you can.
This was my mindset the night I met Guy #27.
His opening line was Do you know that you are very beautiful? It was in that moment I decided I was going to enjoy him as much as I could.
We talked a little over very loud music. I’m not a fan of extremely loud club music, but I do like how it forces you to be in each other’s space when you’re talking. It makes the whole seduction ritual flow ever so smoothly. The noise causes proximity. The proximity causes touching. The touching causes even more touching. All the touching causes kissing and not long after that Guy #27 and I were gorging on each other like a pair of toothless zombies.
We didn’t just kiss. We ate each other.
I was in a big city in a shady night club celebrating my own sexuality. I was fully aware of the fact there were people mere feet away from us, staring at us in silent disbelief over how Guy #27 and I were going at each other.
When you have sex it’s nice not to care about what the rest of the world thinks of it.
Naturally I ended up at Guy #27’s place, a beautiful Downtown apartment overlooking the city skyline. I was living a dream.
The great thing about careless sex is that it allows you to open up to someone. Guy #27 and I got to know each other quite well over the few months we dated. In some ways we had a little bit of a relationship-thing going on. We went out for dinner together. We ate breakfast together. We would talk together. We would be together.
A big city becomes so much more of an experience when you have someone to share it with.
Sexwise, the gorging stopped after our first date. The sex between us became increasingly satisfying, but neither one of us was being greedy about it anymore.
I guess you could say Guy #27 and I were both very good recreational drug users. You might argue the two of us were having a recreationship. I enjoyed being with Guy #27 the way I enjoyed a good massage or a nice dinner. Or drugs.
Guy #27 had made his home in the city we enjoyed together. To me this city was merely a stopover. Our recreationship was never meant to last.
The two of us recently got back in touch though. It’s a nice feeling when someone welcomes you back into their life after having been absent from it for years.
Guy #27 told me he has fond memories of the time we shared together. He also said he had enjoyed the sex, but that he has since gotten better at it.
I told him the same goes for me.
LENGTH: ± 2 months
SEX SCORE (0 = Club music at a funeral <–> 10 = The best sex ever): 8.8
2 thoughts on “Guy #27 – Recreationship…”
This one is such a happy-sad kind of story. I love your stories dude, great job!
Thank you very much for that! I hope I can keep it up all the way to 168;)