I knew it was coming. I’m usually right about these things.

First, the number of face-to-face meetings diminished significantly.  We used to see each other just because our paths happened to cross during the day.  And we went on real dates out in public.

We kissed in the galleries of the second floor of the SF MoMA.   That was probably way too romantic for something that was supposed to be casual.  But I’m not completely convinced.  We were into each other; it had been a while since we’d kissed; we were in the museum, in completely empty galleries; he reached up, cupped my face with both hands, and right there in front of a Jackson Pollack kissed me.  Dammit, it was great.

The galleries were completely empty because most of the people who were at the museum on a Saturday morning (I think) were there to see Georgia O’Keeffe and Ansel Adams:  Natural Affinities.  We saw that exhibit, but not before walking through the galleries housing the museum’s permanent collection on rotation.  I tried to show him my favorite painting, but it wasn’t up.  But that didn’t matter because I was so giddy from that kiss.

Then we’d only see each other for sex.  I’d spend the night because it was convenient, but then he couldn’t wait to get me out in the mornings, even on weekends.  I got the hint and got the fuck out of there.

Then he told me that he really liked fucking me.  We had great sex together.  Great.  His cock would hit me in just the right place when we were fucking missionary.  It was hard to look into his eyes because he was so there.

He loved his ass licked.  And I loved to get my face all wet from sucking on his ass.  I loved that I could make him feel so good.

He really dug biting me.  I dug it too.  I’d come away from our time together with bite-sized bruises on the tops of my breasts and the fronts of my shoulders – where he could reach down to bite me when he was fucking me.  He never broke the skin but he grabbed a jaw full of flesh in a way that made me swoon.

I gave him a paint stirrer to use on me.  Paint stirrers make a great sound but don’t hurt that much when making contact with flesh.  He spanked my ass with the stirrer.  And he spanked my pussy.  I especially liked that, but I still think slapping pussy looks stupid in porn.

He’d look so cute walking around in the mornings, naked.  So little and cute.  But with a nice big cock.  It was nice and straight and smooth.  I liked sucking it but never got it down my throat.

He’d fist me.  Which would make me come so fucking hard.  So hard that it scared me.  He just accepted that that’s how I was when I came.  And then I’d need to hide under the covers for a little while.

While we fucked he often told me that I looked good enjoying myself; that he liked that he could see I was enjoying myself.  When he slapped me he said I looked both turned on and surprised.  I knew he was going to slap me, but that he did it so hard, and that it felt so fucking good is what gave me a start.

After the visits dropped off, our only form of communication was text.  We used to talk on the phone – I talked, he listened.

When he told me that the sex was really good, that our sex was really good, I knew that was a kiss-off of sorts.  It sounded like he wanted to assure me that what he was about to do wasn’t because the sex was bad.

Then the canceled dates.  All by text.  Not feeling sexy, want to come watch tv as a consolation prize?  No, I want to fuck.

Then he was sick.  And I think I believe that he truly was sick.  But being sick canceled another date, which gave him more time to think about things.  When I contacted him a couple of times without response I knew that it was over, but I hoped he wouldn’t be the type to just ignore me.

He wasn’t.  He responded that he was rethinking the casual sex thing.  When we met he told me he’d never had casual sex before.  I like being a guy’s first.  At least he’ll remember me.

He’s young – 26.  Twenty-six-year-olds keep breaking my heart.

He didn’t do anything wrong.  But it would have been nice to see him again.  And to have his cock hit that spot again.  And to have him bite me and fist me and spank me and slap me.

I swear.  True story.

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