I don't question who I am. I've always been Bisexual. But leaning heavily on the Straight side, encounters with men. Were Few. Far. And in-between. After what seems like to many failed relationships in s row. I made an unconscious choice.
Stop Looking for the next ex girlfriend. The obvious desire for sex never quits down. So what were my choices?
Ahhhh. The gay hookup app
And so it began. Sitting down. Finding some pictures I was willing to share. what my profile should say about me? What exactly did I want? As I believe most men do. I decided. Well, maybe I can just get head. Thats kinda harmless - isn't it? Well. That worked for awhile. But as the hookups increased. I wanted more.
Then the whole Top or Bottom question kept coming up. Well, I knew I wasn't about to bottom. Ill try topping. Well. That opened a whole new stage in the game. ANY time I went on looking. It only took a very short to.d before a needy bottom hit me up. Well. I certainly didn't care about them. This was all about me. MY getting off. So. When I would meet up and literally ( what someone stated sex with me was like ) I would' hate fuck them. Letting all of my stress, frustration and anger. Out on someone wanting the same as me. If was cruel. Ugly. Hurtful and hateful all at once. This can NOT continue. It feels all wrong.
A break from it all, thoughts collected, I still needed to get laid so. I guess back to oral sex. Now. I'd given before but not often enough to say I did. Or would. But now I was ready . So jumping in like that's where I belong, I believed I had adapted. I started again there , it was hook ups that were either mutual, or just me giving. And that went surprisingly well, considering a blow job was faster. And far more convenient for most.
And then I began to enjoy it more and more. In fact. I actually started LOVING it. I started looking for guys who only wanted some quick head. And, I'm sure you're aware - no shortage there. Now the funny thing is. Is what happens when you love doing something? Really found your rhythm and groove? You get better. And even better. Paying attention to detail. Reading between the lines. Knowing and being able to tell the things that really work best. I'm NOT the greatest ever, never say I am great. I just say. I'm sure I can make you cum.
I got really good. Confident enough to know I was in control. If I want you to cum fast. You will. OR. If I want to enjoy? I can edge you until I choose to let you cum.
So what's this all about? Everything that comes with a relationship with a woman is gone. The drama. The arguments, the endless babble of who knows what that never stops. I absolutely miss women in some ways. Perhaps it's just a comfort? I'll go back. Someday. But not today. . For now. And the foreseeable future. - The Bi way. Is MY way. *
Stop Looking for the next ex girlfriend. The obvious desire for sex never quits down. So what were my choices?
Ahhhh. The gay hookup app
And so it began. Sitting down. Finding some pictures I was willing to share. what my profile should say about me? What exactly did I want? As I believe most men do. I decided. Well, maybe I can just get head. Thats kinda harmless - isn't it? Well. That worked for awhile. But as the hookups increased. I wanted more.
Then the whole Top or Bottom question kept coming up. Well, I knew I wasn't about to bottom. Ill try topping. Well. That opened a whole new stage in the game. ANY time I went on looking. It only took a very short to.d before a needy bottom hit me up. Well. I certainly didn't care about them. This was all about me. MY getting off. So. When I would meet up and literally ( what someone stated sex with me was like ) I would' hate fuck them. Letting all of my stress, frustration and anger. Out on someone wanting the same as me. If was cruel. Ugly. Hurtful and hateful all at once. This can NOT continue. It feels all wrong.
A break from it all, thoughts collected, I still needed to get laid so. I guess back to oral sex. Now. I'd given before but not often enough to say I did. Or would. But now I was ready . So jumping in like that's where I belong, I believed I had adapted. I started again there , it was hook ups that were either mutual, or just me giving. And that went surprisingly well, considering a blow job was faster. And far more convenient for most.
And then I began to enjoy it more and more. In fact. I actually started LOVING it. I started looking for guys who only wanted some quick head. And, I'm sure you're aware - no shortage there. Now the funny thing is. Is what happens when you love doing something? Really found your rhythm and groove? You get better. And even better. Paying attention to detail. Reading between the lines. Knowing and being able to tell the things that really work best. I'm NOT the greatest ever, never say I am great. I just say. I'm sure I can make you cum.
I got really good. Confident enough to know I was in control. If I want you to cum fast. You will. OR. If I want to enjoy? I can edge you until I choose to let you cum.
So what's this all about? Everything that comes with a relationship with a woman is gone. The drama. The arguments, the endless babble of who knows what that never stops. I absolutely miss women in some ways. Perhaps it's just a comfort? I'll go back. Someday. But not today. . For now. And the foreseeable future. - The Bi way. Is MY way. *
