Sociopath: Part 2 (6-12-14)

“If I do that, my mom is going to eat my dick, and not in the good way.” I’m still laughing about that, babe.

Sociopath made his own blog, by the way! It will sort of correspond with my own. (Here’s the link: ccssociopath.wordpress.com  ) He’s much better at getting his point across in text, and writes beautifully, so I’m sure it will be a great blog to follow. Check it out!

I’d just like to apologize in advance for the clusterfuck that I’m sure this post is going to be. I am super caught up in my own thoughts, and don’t really know how to articulate them at the moment. Regardless, I am going to try!
I had another fun-filled afternoon with the infamous Sociopath yesterday. When I got to his house, he came outside and met my mother who refused to quit exclaiming how adorable he was. After that, we went into his house and up to his bedroom. We chilled on his couch for a while, then we began kissing. I still cannot get over what a wonderful kisser he is.
The kissing led to him fingering me, which felt amazing. Then he asked me where the condoms were, and I retrieved them. Once I had gotten those out, it was just over. We fucked a tonnn. At first we started having sex and I was sitting on his lap, facing him, with him inside of me. That was honestly one of my favorite ways to fuck, simply because I could kiss all over his face and run my hands down his amazing arm and back muscles that rippled every time he moved. Seriously, such a turn on.
Next, he bent me over his bed again. Oh my goodness gracious. For some reason my body just could not handle it. I went fucking crazy and had to try sooo hard not to scream with every thrust. Things start to get a little hazy from that point, because I was cumming so much that I got a little light-headed.  I remember everything we did, just not the order that we did it in. So, he literally picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist then fucked me that way. That was too goddamn sexy. I mean, I knew he was strong, but I had no idea he was that strong. He also climbed on top of me and fucked me on his couch. Pretty sure that was my favorite portion of the whole experience. I love being dominated more than I can even describe in words. Having a beautiful man over me, just wanting to be inside of me and holding me is the sexiest thing in the whole entire universe. And honestly, having Sociopath do all of those things was like being in a dream. He is by far one of the most physically and intellectually attractive people I have ever met in my life.
Back to the sex, though. Holy shit. So he has this little nook that has a sink and a mirror in it right next to his room. He took me over there, bent me over, and just continued to fuck me. Now, I’m not even going to lie, for the longest time I have questioned why anyone would ever want to have any sort of relations with me. After seeing the faces that I make and the way that I react to sexual pleasure, I think I now understand. Let’s just say, I was kind of fucking sexy. Honestly, that was one of the few times that I’ve actually found myself appealing and it was a very strange thing. Also, while we were fucking in front of the mirror, he legitimately picked up my legs to where I was basically laying down in the air, with my hands still holding the sink, then he just kept going. It was insane in the greatest kind of way. I don’t think my vagina has ever been so wet in my whole existence.
We then had to go eat dinner, which made me feel terrible because Sociopath had not yet cum. Near the end of the meal, he started to experience quite a bit of pain due to blue balls, which made me feel even worse. Once we went back upstairs to his room, he told me that I should get in his bed and cuddle with him. I reallyyyyyyyy wanted to, but I also didn’t want to piss off his mother, so I decided against it. This resulted in me taking a seat on his couch. He ended up leaning halfway off of the bed and over onto his couch just to kiss me and sort of cuddle me. Hahah.Then he kind of pounced onto me on the couch from his bed, then we started making out. This led to me giving him a handjob/blowjob and finishing him off. It’s odd how much making him cum brings me undeniable joy.
Once he finally came, we just cuddled, kissed a lot, and talked about different life things. He showed me some videos from a trip to Florida where he rode on jet skis, saw dolphins, went shooting, and went parasailing. It was pretty cool. I really enjoy the fact that he wants to share random parts of his life with me, even when they’re just little things. Getting to really, really know him is a goal of mine. I want to be someone he feels he can trust, confide in, and knows will be there no matter what. Even when it comes to the small shit.
Now, our cuddle fest led to me being myself and asking him stupid questions, which I already sort of knew the answer to. I began asking him about love, and his capability to love. Of course, I knew his explanation would not be the same as your typical, every day person. He told me that he is capable of feeling physically in love with someone and attached to them, but there is no emotional aspect to that love. He elaborated and said that he has felt that physical love before with his ex-girlfriend, but that it faded away when they were torn apart by her parents. Upon hearing that, I automatically jumped at the thought and asked if he thought he could ever have that with someone else. The answer Sociopath gave me was very mystifying, and I believe that being perplexing was his intention, so that I would be puzzled and quit asking about it… But he basically said that I was the closest he’d been to a person in a long time, forever, actually. Let’s just say, that’s left me with quite a bit to think about. I guess that I am far too hopeful he will develop some sort of longing for me because, as I told him, I already have slight feelings for him. Feelings which are bound to grow with the passing of time. I have many more thoughts about this whole situation, but I figure it’s best to drop it for now and just allow things to happen as they will.
We continued to cuddle, talk, and watch a movie until I had to go home. Before I left, he started cracking up on his couch and couldn’t get up, because he was laughing so hard (for no reason whatsoever). It was really cute, and I couldn’t help but laugh with him. Sociopath has a wonderful laugh that’s quite contagious. After his giggling fit ceased, he got up and gave me many hugs and kisses goodbye. Then he walked me out to the car, and talked to my mother again. As we drove away, she didn’t hesitate to tell me how cute he was and that he’d make nice grandchildren.
I really enjoy all of the time that I spend with Sociopath. Being around him just always seems to clear my mind, and makes living seem like less of a chore. His company has been a tremendous benefit to my life thus far, and I have a feeling that that’s not going to change anytime soon. He’s truly an astounding human being, and I hope to get closer and closer to him as time elapses.

Diary: Turn Up 6-06-14

Jesus Christ. I just woke up with the worst hangover in the history of the universe.

Let’s just say, last night was interesting. My brother came and got A and I from my house. We then went to Skinny’s house, and partied with him, my brother, my brother’s brothers (weird, I know), and then Skinny’s family. We all hung out, drank, and talked. I ended up drinking like 3 glasses of vodka and whiskey, then downed a Mike’s Hard after that… Soooo, I was a little drunk. During our talking session, A, and my brother both dared me to kiss Skinny. I had no idea how the hell I was going to do that, and I just kept saying no or trying to put it off.

After everybody chilled and talked for an hour or so, we had to get back home. We all went outside to walk out to the car. Skinny and I somehow managed to be standing really close to each other. So then I whispered in his ear, “Hey, I was dared to kiss you earlier. Can I do that.”

He was so down. He practically jumped on top of me and made out with my face. Afterward he was like freaking out in the cutest way. He kept saying how gorgeous I was. Then, when I would smile, he had to stop talking in order to collect his thoughts because it was making him flustered. He even said, “I seriously think this is the best moment of my life.” And he was like, “I love you. Oh, shit. I meant, I loved that. That was great.” When I kissed him the second time. Hahah.
Apparently, I’m the first girl that he’s kissed and cared about. All of the other girls he’s been with have been at parties. I guess last night was kind of a big deal for him. That really wasn’t anywhere near the first time I’ve made out with someone I’ve cared about. Considering I made out with both T, and B and a few others.

Oh, well. He’s a really great guy. The kissing was okay, although he could hold back on the tongue a bit. I kissed him 3 more times because drunk.Then we just sat and talked all about life. I don’t know how to break the fact that I’m really not ready for anything serious to him. Being drunk just skews judgment way too much. I shouldn’t have ever kissed him. He’s too nice for me anyway.
~CC.