When I was back in Richmond a few months ago, I had dinner with the former Turkish FWB I'd written about in The Girl Who Owned Nothing. I didn't mention the FWB part earlier, but that was a significant portion of our friendship. Anyway, I thought it would be nice to see her and, yes, perhaps enjoy some dirtiness. However, the evening wound up being one of the most unpleasant experiences I've had in recent memory. I'd have written about it sooner, except I'd not bothered to walk through the events, with a critical eye, until now. I tend to be a trusting sort with those I know, particularly if they've had my cock in their mouth, so I'm not attempting to spot lies. If someone's a known manipulative fuck, then I'm likely discounting everything that comes from their mouths in the first place. Speaking of fucks, I didn't have enough to care all that much about that evening.
I'll hold my conclusion on the matter and let my readers reach their own conclusions about what the hell was going through her mind.
When I'd reached out to FWB and let her know I was coming to town, she was aloof and made it clear a yet to be scheduled date with any other guy would take precedence over dinner with me and we definitely would NOT be having sex. It's heartwarming to feel welcomed by your friends.
During dinner, she regaled me with tales of having sex with different men and told me that one in particular was amazing. I asked what made him that way; what did he do to you? There was nothing specific, she said, just that the passion was so incredibly intense with him. I asked if any of these men had taken her ass from me or if I was still the only man who'd given her that pleasure. She told me I was still the only one, but quickly moved on to another topic. That seemed a bit strange, considering that was what she wanted most, once I introduced her to the act. If things were so passionate, why not ask for him to take her ass, too?
The conversation remained on the topic of sex. On orgasms, she had once told me she'd had more in the first encounter with me than her whole life up until that night. During dinner, that story changed. She claimed that I'd misunderstood her, when she'd said she was a virgin when she married her husband. 'We fucked like bunnies even before we were married and he gave me lots of orgasms.'
Hmmm...I feel a theme in here somewhere.
Oral sex - Our first time together, her blowjob skills were rather lacking; hell, she'd not had much experience. However, she took direction well, so with plenty of coaching, and a few videos I sent over, she became one of the best I've ever had. When the topic came up, during my recent visit, she told me she learned on her own, just by watching videos and that I had nothing to do with it.
Dick Size - One of the men she told me she slept with had a huge penis. Now, this woman is tiny in every way, so I asked if it hurt, to which she replied it was amazing having something that big in her. I'm average size, but have zero envy of larger cocks.
Surprisingly, my ego wasn't bruised with the pelting of veiled insults. However, it did sting a bit how she seemed to intentionally try to hurt me exactly where she thought she could do the most damage. I work hard to discover all the little things that drive my partner crazy, so I take pride in my skills in the bedroom. She knew this because she'd once told me 'your dedication to fucking is superior'. Yes, I wrote it down because I found it humorous. But she seemed to deliberately attack my ability as a lover.
Then, a few weeks later, I returned to the conversation and began considering the things she said. Let's just say the bullshit began piling up. Was the husband who rocked her world the same one she complained had been horrible in the sack, sometimes prematurely ejaculating before he'd gotten undressed? Did I miss her commenting on how watching blowjob videos and learning on her own improved her skills, when she'd been blowing me? And that amazing huge dick she loved so much; what about the well-endowed guy she'd slept with after I cut her off? The one who she said hurt her, because he was so large. And why again didn't she want that non-specifically passionate guy to not do the thing that made her orgasm the hardest? The non-specifically passionate guy who began the evening described as the love of her life and ended as just a fuck buddy, who used her for sex, then took another woman to his condo in Miami.
There were a few other things she said that evening that were in direct contradiction to her previous messaging. When she read of my imminent departure to KC, she came by my house, literally in tears, to say goodbye. I remarked that I was surprised she wasn't upset about the blog entry, to which she sniffed and responded 'it was true'. Except it suddenly became not true during dinner. I must have heard her wrong. Damned hearing clearly requires a professional assessment.
Then the obvious hit me. She had wanted me for herself the whole time and I rejected her. The evening full of jabs were her way of getting back at me. As with the manipulation, while we were involved with one another, it was petty and childish. But I still felt bad for hurting her.
So, the other night, I sent her a note apologizing for causing her so much pain. She responded by denying that was the case, of course. I may have shot a note back wondering why she spent an entire evening lying, in a deliberate attempt to hurt me. Or not...some things need to be a mystery.
