No Strings Attached Sex

There are complexities. Men need to understand, especially. Everything isn’t as easygoing as you think when it comes to the matters of a woman. You can’t expect things to be self-sided. Indeed, it is multi-faceted. Every kind of relationship needs to be so. Or else it would lose its charm.

Take, for example, our relationship with our close friends. All of us spend a rather super quality time with them. Why is it so? It is because our expectations are getting fulfilled by those people.  Many of the times, the fun is more than we expect. The day those vibes stop, the interest in those people reduces eventually.

Sex relationship is no exception to that. Neither does it have a major priority over others. Sexual expectations are not an issue to be guilty of. And it is damn complex.  Men need to apprehend those complexities of women. Here’s my story of making myself and also him understand about the same.

With nothing serious in my mind, I set up myself with a guy. It has now been almost more than a year since I met him. I had no idea I was going to have my first sex with him at that time. Oh, did I mention that we met on Tinder? Yes, we did. Actually, he was the first guy on Tinder whom I actually met.

So was I for him. At least that’s what he told me. To be honest, I judged him. I judged him by his personality. I was really surprised at what I used to think about him at that point in time and how I think of him now. Earlier, he seemed to be a 20-year-old guy, just like others.

Now, I am more fond of his personality because of the kind of influence he has on me. Spoilers alert. This isn’t a love story that I’m going to narrate! Coming back to the point, I came to know he was a stoner. I was like, “Yo! Hey! I also want to try drugs.”

Okay, this was not what I said. But I made him ask me, “Would ya want to try weed?” I was like, “Yeah, sure, if you insist.” So we met a couple of times to smoke outdoors. But clearly, weed didn’t hit me as I fucking didn’t know how to smoke.

Once, he invited me to one of his friend’s PGs to smoke. I thought quite a lot about that. I would call it my stupidity that I went that day to meet him alone like that. But honestly no regrets. Just before I was going to meet him, he texted me if I was sure that I wanted to come that day.

I didn’t get the clue. Shit, I didn’t get the clue that he was hinting about sex. In my mind, I thought maybe he would make a move on me. At the most, we would make out more intimately. But sex? I really never thought of that possibility. I spoke about some morality stuff in reply to his text.

What? I couldn’t think of anything else to say. Lol! So I went there, and we smoked. I was such a newbie in the field of smoking. But somehow, this time, I managed to get high. We were listening to ‘Coldplay’ on his friend’s bed. In the middle of the song he whisked his fingers on my hand.

I turned my face around him, and fuck, in no time, he was above me. As if that finger gesture was a sort of formality seeking consent without even caring about the reply gesture. I was shocked. But yeah, we had sex that day. And to my surprise, I didn’t feel anything.

I mean, I was more shocked than pleased. Or zero per cent pleased. I thought, “Is this it? Is this what sex is? I feel way, way, much better when I masturbate.” I wasn’t aiming at describing this experience, but that was the start of our thing. Unlike other disappointments, this one didn’t make me sad.

Rather, I was feeling good. It was because I overcame my body insecurities that day. This was the reason I decided that I wanted to have sex with this guy. I want to feel it. Just sex. And friends. I’m not leaving him until I feel it.

The thing between us continues. He was now sensing that I was not feeling that much into sex. In irony to that, I believe I am more horny than he is. He thought maybe I was not ready for sex. That was not the case. That never will be. I didn’t know the reason as well.

Then came that day, at last. A day when I felt like I was actually having sex and that it was actually something. Some different kinds of out-of-the-world feeling. It was our third time having sex. I believe I lost my real virginity that day. It was the first day of the New Year.

I remember precisely. I will never forget that. Again I am not planning right now to narrate this incident. Let’s make you keep guessing for a while which one of these sexes I’ve made up my mind to write about.

Turns out we had a row a few days later and we called it off. It was hard. Not that I had feelings for him but because I never deleted some person like that. It was hard because that phase was tenuous for me. I was left all alone, packed up inside the four walls to study for my CA Intermediate exams.

It’s beyond words to articulate the pressure and anxiety I felt at that time. And to add to this anxiety, this calling-off stuff happened. You become habituated. You don’t love.

After almost three and a half months, I received his text. And we were back again. And after a month, another disappointment came from his side and we called off again. Again, after a month, we were back. We had sex a couple of times after that.

The last time we did it, I didn’t reach orgasm. Also, the fact that he had orgasmed real quick. That, too twice, made me frustrated and further worsened the thing. And to my surprise, he told me he thought I was not sure whether I should have sex or not.

I bet if he were to live each minute of a single day of my life, he would never utter such a thing. But I was tired, really tired of this on-off shit. I wanted to have an end to this and let myself breathe a bit. And I told him that let’s have the last sex. Then, the next day, we’ll get back to being just friends.

Deleting people from life is quite depressing. I feel guilty for blocking two people, even though they were creeps. I am now thoughtless about the future.
Lasts are often underrated. Everything doesn’t need to be sad or be “clichéd happy ever after” in the end. You have to let it go.

I could not stand the idea that my life would end up just like others, that my relationships are just like others. I want my things to be different. The wait ends now. My conspiracy was to make you feel the last of what I felt. We booked a hotel room as usual.

But it was me who booked it so obviously there had to be some problems. The first time I booked, the check-in date was wrong. The second time, I booked a room for 1 guest. Yeah, I am quite careless. We ended up spending around 1500 bucks for a low-profile hotel room, which is available for around 700.

He was mad. He didn’t quite show it, but he was mad, I know. But I won’t take the guilt of it, not at all. I was interested in having sex rather than talking about my carelessness. He also has a past of being careless with me. So I don’t care. I ignored his shits and turned on the TV.

I like something playing in the background. He took out the joints, and we smoked for a while. In no time, we were high enough. Weed develops an electricity around me. His presence beside me turns me on. I kept watching TV and waiting for him to make a move.

I like that he makes a move on me. I like that I get nervous with just a touch of his hand. And there he was, sitting beside me and his one hand curling up my butt and slowly caressing them. He came forward to kiss me. I leaned towards him. Because of weed, I have completely forgotten the surroundings.

I am getting passionate now. A whole new me has taken birth. I became a person sexier than I think I am. His hands are picking up motion, exploring the whole of my flesh. His hands are now heading down, and he took off my pants. He bent down, staring at my explosion of feelings.

He spread my legs and caressed my clit with his saliva-filled fingers. While looking into my eyes with his “Oh! I want to eat you bad” look. He slipped his fingers inside me. Now his tongue has taken the job of taking care of my clit. Nothing can give me pleasure like this right now.

I’m enjoying the treat and running my fingers through his hair. He gets up, takes off my top, and I take off his shirt. I’m now desperate to see his rise to the fall. We are about to encounter. I opened his trouser button while he was busy unhooking my bra.

While unbuttoning him, my mind was busy adoring the fact that men have boners. Isn’t it the most amazing thing that was created? I don’t like the way women react to the word dick. Anyway, I love it. I am quite fond of it, and I can’t wait to see it.

Now, here we are, completely naked in front of each other. I am ready to have the most raw experience made just for living beings. We both are desperately kissing each other. We like the faint pain on the lips, which is giving me goosebumps.

Slowly, his lips slip to my side jawline and then my neck, spending a good amount of time there. But no more, as I didn’t want to end up having love bites and hinting my parents of this. I told him to ease out from my neck, and he smirked at me. In no time, his hands and his lips are exploring my boobs.

Starting with some gentle sucking, he acquires speed and force. This feeling is wild. I was high, so damn high and when you’re high, the pain feels like flowers. His sucking was turning me on. It was making me squirt so bad. While he was still sucking, one of his hands went down.

He started rubbing my clit, circling the pussy. Suddenly, he put his fingers inside me. And this is it. I reach the equilibrium. This feeling was so hot! He tried to lift his head from my breasts. But I suggested he go deeper with his tongue. I could continue having these high points a few more times.

He is now above me, trying to seduce me by rubbing his dick around the pussy. This act is hot as hell. I can’t wait to let him inside. But he is still teasing me. So I got up a bit took his dick, and I put it inside. Oh god! This has me all consumed. We both moan out of this pleasure.

He began with a few smooth and slow bangs. Then he picked up more of the motion. He was getting fuel by seeing my body curves. Nothing can be sexier than this. There was a mirror in the opposite direction, and I could see it all. I liked how hot it looked when you could see what was happening.

He finished unexpectedly. I wanted him to go on. We are lying beside each other, his hands curling my waist. Cuddles are my favourite part. He turns off the TV and takes out his mobile. We spent almost 20 mins arguing about what kind of music we should play.

We both have a taste in different kinds of genres. And at last we ended up watching Kanan Gill’s standup comedy. I was lying on his left arm and watching YouTube videos. He lifted his arm a bit towards my boobs. I now had no concentration on the video playing.

I was more focused on his hand. I also lifted a bit too, getting closer to him. Suddenly, he kept his mobile down. Now, we were up for the second round. He told me something so long, I couldn’t understand. We were still so high. I didn’t bother to understand.

I was rather more interested in seeing the whole process of his erection. I went on top of him and started licking his nipples, then his chest hair. I was slowly getting down to him. His dick was in full of its size until I finally reached there. I took it by my hands and started sucking its tip.

It was not the first time I was having sex. But I always had a different kind of experience every single time. This one was different, too. The strawberry taste of the condom was still there on it. I licked it all. I do not want him to finish just by blowjob. I wanted him inside.

So I gave him enough to pleasure him but not make him cum. I again went on top of him and put his dick inside. I rode him for a while. But suddenly, with the force of his hands, he turned me to get in a doggy position. I was now moaning from inside. It has absorbed my all.

He leaned forward and grabbed my boobs, continuing the banging. He has an orgasm after a while. We lay down again, curling each other, feeling satisfied as fuck. He is fast asleep. But I am not able to sleep, so I planned to write about this feeling from the start.

I enjoyed. Not just this sex but every moment of all the time we spent together. There were many times when I wasn’t able to finish even a single time. This made me frustrated, but I feel good thinking about everything. My sexual orientation has evolved.

I get turned on more easily now. I can masturbate and can reach orgasm without porn. I got over my body’s insecurities. I am happy. He has an influence on me, I accept. I expect no more from him. I’ll be good being just friends with him. I don’t know if this can last, but as I said I expect nothing from him.

But I expect that men understand the complexities, though.