Yesterday morning I was on the subway on my way to work, as usual the train was "waiting at the station, due to traffic ahead" so I sat there for 10 minutes, stressing out about being late, when a figure taps me on the head, I look up and to my horror I see Turkish delight! I automatically blush as distant memories start racing through my head, i feel sick... Shit! I try to mask my horror and smile sweetly "Hey! Haven't seen you for ages... so, yeah...I guess I'm back!"Why, oh, why oh why, do I ALWAYS bump into this young Turk??!!
How It Started
I met him and a couple of his friends on the 4th July (Independence day) I had gone out to see if i could see the fireworks from my street, I was alone and it was raining. His friend offered that I share his umbrella, we got chatting and they invited me for a beer. They were perfectly sweet boys (total nerds) because I was waiting to meet a friend, I thought why not?
The Power of Wine
A few months later, I was on my way back from work when I bumped into Turkish delight, he asked if i wanted a drink, so we bought a bottle of wine and went to his. The more wine I drank, the more I started to think that maybe i fancied him, I could possibly go through with it, maybe it would be nice?? It gets later and later and he tells me I can stay over "as friends" so I get into his bed... (still not certain if i want anything to do with him, but think if he makes a move, i might have a little kiss just for the hell of it) So, when he tells me "I really want to kiss you, I've been wanting to all night..." I think why the hell not?
Ugh!! WTF?? Can someone please explain to me how a 28 year old male, who has been in a couple of long term relationships, can kiss like that? It was horrific... I could feel his entire gum and his teeth whilst kissing, it felt as though his jaw was wired together, so the overall effect was like kissing a robot, if that was all he was capable of, why on earth would he even say he'd been wanting to kiss me, there is no way he could enjoy such a thing, there was nothing sexual about him, he was awkward (I feel sick just thinking about it) and as for his hands... Aaahhhh, stupid pathetic male. I felt like i was "making out" with an over-excited 13 year old.
Repeat Performance
I really have no explanation to why a few nights later I find myself accepting his invitation and am stood at his apartment door. As soon as he opens it, I feel this sinking feeling. He starts talking, I can't even look at him... It's the way he speaks, his jaw is so stiff, his chin so protruding, and his lips curl up, I am suddenly reminded as to how grossed out i was by our previous encounter (and now I've come back for more!! Am i insane??!!) I want to get the fuck out of there, but I don't (?) it ends up the same way as last time (this time I'm not even drunk) None of the pathetic gropes, awkward fingers can be numbed out by alcohol, there is no way that I can think of someone else either (you would never want to think of anyone touching you the way he does). He is getting really into it, even though I am stiff and the only reaction my body makes is shudders of disgust. And then, the not so delightful Turk, moves my hand down to his pants, (no chance love) I whip my hand away. So rather than taking the hint (me being stiff, barely kissing him, not wanting to touch him etc...) He decides to get it out himself and starts beating it off pointing it towards my stomach. I don't even have the energy to tell him to put it away and leave. Instead I just let him get on with it, I offer my waist as a gift to him, he will never get to cum over something so fabulous again (unless its in print.)
Caught out
So after he exploded all over me, I finally learned my lesson and have avoided him like the plague ever since... But for some reason, fate wants to fuck with me as I always bump into him!!! It's not fair!!!! Every time I do, I get myself into a web of lies that I can't even keep up with:
Oops, how am I going to get out of this one...
Ugh!! WTF?? Can someone please explain to me how a 28 year old male, who has been in a couple of long term relationships, can kiss like that? It was horrific... I could feel his entire gum and his teeth whilst kissing, it felt as though his jaw was wired together, so the overall effect was like kissing a robot, if that was all he was capable of, why on earth would he even say he'd been wanting to kiss me, there is no way he could enjoy such a thing, there was nothing sexual about him, he was awkward (I feel sick just thinking about it) and as for his hands... Aaahhhh, stupid pathetic male. I felt like i was "making out" with an over-excited 13 year old.
Repeat Performance
I really have no explanation to why a few nights later I find myself accepting his invitation and am stood at his apartment door. As soon as he opens it, I feel this sinking feeling. He starts talking, I can't even look at him... It's the way he speaks, his jaw is so stiff, his chin so protruding, and his lips curl up, I am suddenly reminded as to how grossed out i was by our previous encounter (and now I've come back for more!! Am i insane??!!) I want to get the fuck out of there, but I don't (?) it ends up the same way as last time (this time I'm not even drunk) None of the pathetic gropes, awkward fingers can be numbed out by alcohol, there is no way that I can think of someone else either (you would never want to think of anyone touching you the way he does). He is getting really into it, even though I am stiff and the only reaction my body makes is shudders of disgust. And then, the not so delightful Turk, moves my hand down to his pants, (no chance love) I whip my hand away. So rather than taking the hint (me being stiff, barely kissing him, not wanting to touch him etc...) He decides to get it out himself and starts beating it off pointing it towards my stomach. I don't even have the energy to tell him to put it away and leave. Instead I just let him get on with it, I offer my waist as a gift to him, he will never get to cum over something so fabulous again (unless its in print.)
Caught out
So after he exploded all over me, I finally learned my lesson and have avoided him like the plague ever since... But for some reason, fate wants to fuck with me as I always bump into him!!! It's not fair!!!! Every time I do, I get myself into a web of lies that I can't even keep up with:
- Me and my Ex are back together
- My Ex is in NY
- My ex deleted him from my facebook
- My ex deleted him from my phone
Oops, how am I going to get out of this one...
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