Perspective

I think back a lot on how my boyfriend and I got together.
I left someone else and then got with him shortly afterward.
The girl that I left was pissed…
But I really can’t find it in myself to feel bad, and I often wonder why she acts like it was such a betrayal.
She wanted me with her all the time and was incredibly clingy.
If I spent a day or so away from her, she would beg for my attention through text or over the phone.
One day when I was at my dad’s for  a few days (because I hadn’t seen him in weeks) she texted me asking if I even still loved her and cared about her.
There was this one time when I texted her over 130 times in one day and she tried to tell me that I wasn’t texting her enough.
Eventually, after 6 months of bullshit like that, I told her that I needed 24 hours of time and space.
She continued to call me and text me and not give me what I’d asked for.
That showed me that she didn’t love me and that she was just obsessed.
She couldn’t even have the respect to listen to what I needed.
So I was done.

And I got with my current boyfriend not too long after that.
But I was emotionally unattached for nearly 2 months before I ended it.
She wanted life and kids and marriage and me. All day, every day.
We weren’t the same.
I loved while she suffocated.
And it makes me sad, because I just wish she could understand everything from my perspective.
I just wish she could see that none of this was a ploy to hurt her, but only a way to make myself happy again.

~CC.

Diary: Candles 8-21-14

I wish I had lost my virginity to him. He made sex special, unlike the rest of them. He made it something that was beautiful, passionate, loving, caring, and absolutely amazing. He had it all planned out, which was definitely a first. 

Other sex that I’ve had has been spontaneous, or briefly planned on a whim of thought just so that the other person could get laid. This wasn’t like that. This wasn’t close to that in any way whatsoever.

Yesterday, despite our bump that I referred to in the last post, Pikachu came and picked me up from my house. His parents weren’t home, so we went over there. At first, we just hung around and talked and cuddled. I honestly thought that during that conversation,  we would figure out what to do involving the mother situation.

But we didn’t. We ended up sucking face, and then I got on top of him… I could feel his boner against my vagina. That’s something that I just can’t handle. Things started getting heated, and then my phone went off twice. It was incredibly annoying, and so at that point I was just super sexually frustrated. I checked it, and then basically jumped on top of Pikachu.

As I laid on top of him and kissed him, he wrapped his arms around me so that I was as close to him as I could possibly be. It was seriously so wonderful,  and made me feel as though he never wanted me to leave. I kissed down his neck, and started unbuttoning his pants. He grabbed my hands as quickly as humanly possible, kissed my lips, pulled away, and said, “Wait. Wait right there.” Then he ran upstairs.

I sat there, and I knew. I knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to go light the candles that he’d talked about. The candles that would signify his promise to stick around. The candles that meant he cared about a girl more than he’d cared about anyone in a long goddamn time. The candles he had told you about the first week you started talking. The candles he wanted to lose his emotional fucking virginity next to.

THE fucking candles.

My heart began to race. I was feeling so many things at once that I’m not even sure what the emotion could be called. I was nervous, which was weird because sex has never made me really nervous… I was always nervous before I’d ever had sex, but once I was there in the moment all nerves were gone. So it was weird that I felt nervous. I also felt excited. Not only because I was about to have sex, but because of what the sex was going to mean. Because of what the future was going to bring. I was also feeling pressured to make it as perfect as he was trying to. I was so scared that he wasn’t going to think I was attractive, or maybe that he wouldn’t enjoy the sex.

He came back downstairs, smiled, looked into my eyes, grabbed my hand, and whispered, “Come on.” I followed him up the stairs, and was greeted with a room filled with candles. There were at least twenty on a table in the center of the room, and then 3 or 4 more on a nightstand next to a bed in the corner. Pikachu lead me over to the bed.

We stood beside it for a moment, and I kissed him long and hard. That turned into hard core, let’s touch each other all over, making out. I reached down to unbutton his pants, while I continued kissing him. Then, I slowly pushed him down on the bed, and climbed into his lap. I kissed all down his neck, and licked against his collar bone underneath his shirt. Then I pulled the shirt off of him and kissed my way down his stomach, back up, and then down again. I pulled his pants off of him, and wiggled my tongue under the seam of his underwear and against his hips.

Then, I basically tore off his underwear and started sucking his dick. Somehow,  while drunk, I mastered the art of deepthroating, so that came in handy. I also learned that the licking of balls can be pretty nice, too. So I used that technique and all was well with the world. At some point,  Pikachu pulled me back up to kiss him, and took of my shirt and bra.

He was so nervous that he couldn’t get my bra undone and it was adorable. He kept making jokes about how he doesn’t get laid often, and is obviously sexually inexperienced. But then he started sucking on my chest,  and my god, does that boy knows how to suck titties. That and neck kissing are two of his greatest talents.  I swear,  I came a little when he put my boobs in his mouth.

Then, my shorts ended up coming off, and we were fully unclothed. Pikachu began eating me out. It was seriously the greatest thing. I just wanted him to never stop. He’s so fucking talented with that tongueeee. Around that time, it was pretty obvious sex was imminent, so then Pikachu mentioned the fact that we needed some sort of protection. I agreed, and he said that he had some in his car. He walked out of the room completely naked, and I saw that he has a perfect, firm, pale ass. That brought me joy.

Then he came back and handed me this thing. Now this thing that I’m about to talk about is my new favorite thing. It was in a little package,  and it was a clear tab. I just looked at Pikachu like, “What the fuck is this shit?” To which he responded that it was spermicide, and that I stick it in my coochie, it dissolves-“like a Listerine tab for your vagina”- and kills spermies before they can bind with the eggs. Coolest shit ever, right? I thought so. I stuck that shit right up my vagina, sucked Pikachu’s dick so he’d be hard again. Then I made out with him for a while, and he started fucking me.

I was on bottom and he was on top, which was the greatest thing ever. I was moaning so loudly, it was ridiculous.  After a bit of that, Pikachu pulled out and asked me what position I wanted to do, and what was my favorite. I told him that him being on top was my favorite. But then, I lept into his lap and started kissing him. Then I rode him, nibbled on his ear, and kissed down his neck. All while trying to conceal my moans. His dick was so good. Oh my gosh. And he had just the right pace for everything, so it felt sooo amazing.

After that, we did doggy style, which was the bomb. Pikachu came sooo much. He started explaining how he must have never had good sex before me because it always took him hours to cum. Apparently he’d tried to keep from doing so, but he just couldn’t anymore. And that was in under 30 minutes. I felt accomplished,  for sure.

After our fantastic sex, Pikachu and I cuddled naked. Then we went and put our clothes back on and made snacks. Pikachu started getting tired, and we went in his room and talked for a while. He laid down in my lap and I pet his hair while he drifted off. At that moment, I realized that I want him. I really want him for a long ass time. I’m going to do whatever is in my power to keep him, because he is quite the catch. He’s funny, entertaining, attractive,  respectful, sexy, caring, and so many other wonderful things. The more and more I get to know him, the more I realize I’m going to fall in love with him.

Maybe I already have.
~CC.

Writing: This I Believe…

I’ve experienced heartbreak after heartbreak resulting from the way I’ve been treated by those that I’ve loved, both family and significant others alike. When I enter a relationship with anyone, I invest my all, no matter what. Sadly, this is not everyone else’s philosophy. Regardless, I believe someday someone is going to treat me the way that I deserve to be treated.
Better than my alcoholic mother, whose harsh words still sting my ears and have left bruises on my ego. That person is going to know how to provide for me emotionally, in ways she was never taught how to. Better than my father who resented me for everything I was not, rather than loving me for everything I was. They’re going to be someone who can love me despite my religion, and my past sexual preferences. Better than that girl who left me for another after I gave her two years of my life, and all of the love I could muster. Whoever they are is never going to put me down or make me feel worthless the way that she did. Better than that boy I gave my virginity to, who left without even as much as an explanation. Better than anyone…
I am a strong, intelligent, beautiful, kind young woman. One day, someone is going to see all of that. Instead of taking advantage of me, they’re going to fall madly, hopelessly in love with me for it. They are going to invest themselves in me completely, whole-heartedly, and with no catch or conditions. There will be no threats, no ultimatums, no lies, no deception. I deserve that. I deserve the world, and eventually someone besides myself is going to see it. This I believe.