I called Melissa over to the house because I was beginning to be sexually frustrated. She had no problem coming over. I opened up the door for her and she said that she brought lunch over just airing up my problems to her. She usually gives good advice of what I should do with my relationships; she starts to ask me about my body count. I told my body count was more like eight or nine. Acting shocked, Melissa asked me additional questions as if I was being investigated of a crime. Why I got such a high body count? To me, nine isn’t so big compared to people that I know who had 35 maybe 40 sexual partners. But I digress because I'm not the type of person that's gonna be judgmental just like she is. I'm going to be cool about it. So, the seven I allegedly have in my body count. I described to her. She begin to be jealous then she issued me a challenge; a challenge to do as many positions to her as I possibly can. I thought Melissa was losing her mind because I'm saying to myself why would I go and trying to challenge you? If you're doing sexual positions I did with other people that wasn't you, why get jealous?She was low-key upset and really wanted me to put my money where my mouth is. The challenge was on; we spent the last couple of hours trying any and every sexual position you can think of. Of course we had drunk a whole lot of water for dehydration. We have baby oil, we have lubricant, we have sex toys, we had an air conditioning and fans. It was all well and good; it gave me time to see her naked ass body again. 5 feet 3 inches tall with 44 H boobs, hard ass chocolate chip nipples, and a body feeling smooth as silk. I was very turned on and in the mood, most importantly, I get a chance to satisfy her sarcastically that she got pissed off about. My sarcastic comments were about the body count that I had that didn't said too well with Melissa because she started bad mouthing about that. Clearly she wasn’t in the mood. I'm a whore and that I wanted to sleep with just white women before I met her. I'm like I slept with you and a lot of people; not everyone was white. We argue back-and-forth back-and-forth back-and-forth to the point that we got up from the bed and started to get physical with me. She slapped me on the face, punched me in the shoulder, and she really got physical with me.
I took my hand around her forced her on the wall. We were fighting for a couple of minutes. She was trying to strong arm me. Just swinging on me, letting every anger comment made her pissed off very more. I would never hit a woman; I was trying to block most of her shots to my body. Try to strong arm her, not one time did I throw a punch at her; not one time that I leave any bruises or scars on her. Melissa did all the hitting; she did all the scratching. All I did was defend myself. The lifestyle that I had was chaotic and crazy. Mind you, we’re still butt ass naked; blocking punches while her big titties were swinging everywhere. She told me that my lifestyle doesn't match up to her lifestyle. All I wanted was to get married and have kids; not just sleep around and hoping to get pregnant out of wedlock. Melissa stopped fighting me and put on her clothes. This was the last time she’ll see me. She also said that she was breaking with me. To never touch her, don’t kiss her, or contact her again because she doesn’t deal with assholes as she storms out my bedroom. Heading to the front door slamming it shut. I saw her drive backwards out the parking lot and drove off extremely angry. That was the last time I saw her again. That was the last time that we ever had sex. After locking the door after her, I just stood there and just think should I continue being spontaneous and adventurous in my sexcapades or should I settle down and have a regular life with somebody who has the same kink mindset as I do?
I took my hand around her forced her on the wall. We were fighting for a couple of minutes. She was trying to strong arm me. Just swinging on me, letting every anger comment made her pissed off very more. I would never hit a woman; I was trying to block most of her shots to my body. Try to strong arm her, not one time did I throw a punch at her; not one time that I leave any bruises or scars on her. Melissa did all the hitting; she did all the scratching. All I did was defend myself. The lifestyle that I had was chaotic and crazy. Mind you, we’re still butt ass naked; blocking punches while her big titties were swinging everywhere. She told me that my lifestyle doesn't match up to her lifestyle. All I wanted was to get married and have kids; not just sleep around and hoping to get pregnant out of wedlock. Melissa stopped fighting me and put on her clothes. This was the last time she’ll see me. She also said that she was breaking with me. To never touch her, don’t kiss her, or contact her again because she doesn’t deal with assholes as she storms out my bedroom. Heading to the front door slamming it shut. I saw her drive backwards out the parking lot and drove off extremely angry. That was the last time I saw her again. That was the last time that we ever had sex. After locking the door after her, I just stood there and just think should I continue being spontaneous and adventurous in my sexcapades or should I settle down and have a regular life with somebody who has the same kink mindset as I do?
