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Over the next few weeks, I found myself clinging to Clint the same way I clung to other men who gave me attention. Whether it was Jimmy or Rick, Derek or Donnell, or even Javier – I craved the attention of people, particularly men. I knew what they mostly wanted and had accepted that providing them that was my most effective way of making friends. Clint was the same…yet different. We had a friendship before our first sexual encounter. Granted it wasn’t a strong friendship, but it was a friendship nonetheless. Unlike Jimmy, Clint was fairly nice and not against sharing a bed. Some days I’d grab us coffee the next morning and we’d sit in bed talking about the night before or other various aspects of our lives. By no means was the sex regular but I spent quite a bit of my free time at his apartment when our schedules allowed. Clint had an intense anal obsession. He was so anally focused that we had never engaged in vaginal sex. I found it güvenilir bahis odd and wondered to myself if he was bisexual or even gay, but didn’t dare bring it up to him for fear of ruining our friendship. One outcome of our friendship was learning more about anal stimulation and orgasms, both for him and myself. He taught me how to finger his ass while giving him a blow job – which he said led to incredibly intense orgasms. Alternately, his fingers were incredibly adept at finding my clitoris during anal sex, which also led to incredibly intense orgasms. The anal sex was rarely as hard as the first time we did it. Whatever position we were in, Clint would often fuck it slow – watching my ass suction it as it pushed inside of me as well as when his dick tried to pull out. The pace would speed up as he was about to cum and then we’d go about our day as normal. Today was no different. I had finished my day shift and called Clint. He said güvenilir bahis siteleri he was off work today and I was welcome to come over. I was becoming torn between trying to date Clint or stop meeting him for sex. I needed more than just anal sex but it seemed to be something he refused to budge on. I parked my car at Clint’s apartment complex and looked through my purse. I had become used to carrying lube in my purse since Clint and I started meeting more and more. This bottle was almost empty. I dug past my wallet, lipstick, tampon, and pills before finding the small bag of coke I had remaining. I scooped up a bump with my key and went up to Clint’s apartment. The bottles sitting in front of Clint indicated he got a head start on drinking. He had sweetly already poured me a large glass of wine, which was waiting for me on the coffee table. “So…have you ever thought about us being a little more serious?” I asked, nervously iddaa siteleri sipping my wine.“No,” Clint said without even glancing in my direction. “Why not?” “It’s just not who we are, Kelly. This is a partnership, not a relationship. We each give the other something they need.”“What is it you give me that I need, Clint?”“Orgasms. I make sure you cum nearly every time. What other man has made that effort with you?”“Oh please! I can make myself cum, Clint. You can’t fuck your own ass!”I finished my wine. I decided this would be the last time I’d hook up with Clint. I didn’t come all this way to leave without an orgasm. “Let’s go,” I voiced sternly.“Huh?”“Let’s go do this. I’m not here to keep you company. Let not make this more complicated than it should be.”I walked into his bedroom, undressed myself and lay on my back naked in his bed. If he wanted a partnership, he was going to get one. Clint hesitantly entered the room and looked at me lying on his bed, my hand already gently reaching down and rubbing myself.”Don’t be like this, Kelly. What is going on with you?””Get naked and let’s do this. If not, I have no problem driving home and taking care of this myself.”
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