After finding out
Merlin is as good as gay and the constant sibling-esque
torture from Will and Kate (I may be being over dramatic…ok I am being over
dramatic) I made the decision to get in contact with a guy who I know isn’t as
good as gay; Pete, Pete the Painter.
I met Pete 3-4 years ago, at a local pub. I fell in
lust straight away, he was cute, a little quiet but he was all smiles and
joking with his friends. Oddly enough I think he’s the only guy in history I’ve
made the first move on. He was at the bar; so I downed my drink and headed to
the bar myself. I made a little small talk and by the time I went back to my
table I had his phone number.
A few weeks later I
saw him in the pub again so I sent him a text message, and we text back and forth
and then he told me it was his birthday. I wished him a happy birthday and he
texted back asking where his birthday kiss was. So, later that night, I met up
with him away from our friends and gave him his birthday kiss.
We hung around
together for maybe 4 or 5 months; he was just the sort of guy I go for, well spoken,
looks presentable, a little quiet but a good conversationalist, and most
importantly he could make me laugh.
He sounds perfect,
right? That’s what I thought until I slept with him. I am not going to go into
graphic detail here but he liked eye contact and by that I mean constant you
can’t look away or close your eyes, eye contacted. If you broke said eye
contacted, he’d stop. It was the strangest, most creepy sex ever. After that
night I choose not to see him again.
However after the
Merlin fiasco I figured why not go for another guy that has “THIS IS GOING TO
END BADLY” written all over him. And who knows, maybe since our last encounter
he’s learned how not scare women he’s currently in.
That’s wishful
thinking on my part isn’t it? Could you over sleep with someone like that? And
what is the strangest kink you’ve come across? Let me know in the comment box
below. And as always stay and play safe.
Love,
The Honest Bitch
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