Real life friends with benefits examples?
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ImiGirrst
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See, I would call that a fuck buddy. There really is no relationship beyond drop and go.
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To me, a FWB is someone between a committed relationship and a fuck buddy. Someone who you could do things with, especially when you didn't have anyone else who wanted to join you. And then you had the extra added benefit of knowing you'd get a happy after you did whatever it was you were doing. You might be fuck buddies sometimes, and you might just keep each other company when either of you needed it.
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To me, the difference between a FWB and a fuck buddy is the word friend. And friendship is a type of relationship. And there are different levels of friendship in your life. A FWB can be supportive just like the buddy who you call to bitch to about your day and say let's grab a drink at the bar after. I never think you can do that with a fuck buddy.
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The line between FWB and fuck buddy can be blurry. I have a male friend that I chat with several times a week as we share similar interests. We do not often have sex but we are there for each other when one of us is in need. We started out dating but then decided it worked better if we were just friends. We have not gotten away from the sex on occasion but we have eliminated the romance. We do share stories of our sex lives so if we are in the mood little effort is needed to get us going. A short time ago, I was feeling needy and asked for some help. He was willing to oblige me but needed to go to work soon. I dropped to my knees and got him hard, he bend me over and got me off. We put ourselves back together and headed off. No romance but a great orgasm.
ImiGirrst
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Exactly!!
That would be an amazing friend to have, both on same page and understand. A dream come true if I had one.
Islander55
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It has worked out well several times when I have been in need and I have returned the favor for him when his latest flame was not cooperating.
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I have a few. 3 are my absolute best friends. we've known each other years and sex was always part of the friendship.For different reasons with each of them.but theres a lot of love there.1 other is more of a fuck buddy, the type where we call when lonely and horny. but only when he's single.
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I'm glad there's someone with a more positive experience
I have had a fwb situation a couple of times. None of them ended well but when things were good, they were great. We both had needs and they were fulfilled.
The first time was actually with my exwife. We had been divorced for a couple years and we were friendly. I suppose the familiarity made it an easy transition to have all of those needs met.
The first time was actually with my exwife. We had been divorced for a couple years and we were friendly. I suppose the familiarity made it an easy transition to have all of those needs met.
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Like you guys came back on a transitional period that's interesting.
What I mean by easy transition was since we were married and then friends, moving to a fwb situation was easy. We were very familiar with sexual needs and desires so we didn't have to learn what we both liked.
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When my first wife decided, more or less out of the blue, that she wasn’t really the marrying type, I found myself returning to the tried and true sport of masturbation.
I must confess that I rather enjoyed masturbation. Even during that first short-lived marriage, I still enjoyed giving myself a bit of a seeing to a couple of times a week. Sometimes it was a mutual activity with my then-wife (although she wasn’t as big a fan as I was); sometimes it was just a solo act. And then, when R and I went our separate ways, masturbation became not just my favourite sexual activity, it became pretty much my only sexual activity. And then I met G.
G was a bit of a contradiction. She was a very bright young writer, with strong ideas, who, every now and then, was struck with paralysing doubts. ‘What if I’m just delusional?’ she said when I first ran into her at a local neighbourhood bar. ‘What if no one wants to read what I write? What if I’m just a total waste of space?’ I remember trying to convince her that most writers had days like she was having, and those who didn’t were probably the ones who really were delusional.
After perhaps too many drinks, I walked G back to her place. It wasn’t far. And when we reached her front door, she told me that she was feeling a bit ‘elephant’s trunk’ and probably need to ‘rub one out’. Did I want to come and watch? I thought that it would be rude not to. Once she got going, she invited me to join in. ‘Yeah, why not?’ I thought. And that’s how we got started.
For the best part of a year, we’d meet up – usually at her place – she’d show me what she had written; we’d talk about it – over a drink or two; and then we’d have a mutual masturbation session. Occasionally we’d fuck; but usually we would just masturbate. I guess you could say that we were FW(M)Bs – Friends With (Masturbation) Benefits.
I must confess that I rather enjoyed masturbation. Even during that first short-lived marriage, I still enjoyed giving myself a bit of a seeing to a couple of times a week. Sometimes it was a mutual activity with my then-wife (although she wasn’t as big a fan as I was); sometimes it was just a solo act. And then, when R and I went our separate ways, masturbation became not just my favourite sexual activity, it became pretty much my only sexual activity. And then I met G.
G was a bit of a contradiction. She was a very bright young writer, with strong ideas, who, every now and then, was struck with paralysing doubts. ‘What if I’m just delusional?’ she said when I first ran into her at a local neighbourhood bar. ‘What if no one wants to read what I write? What if I’m just a total waste of space?’ I remember trying to convince her that most writers had days like she was having, and those who didn’t were probably the ones who really were delusional.
After perhaps too many drinks, I walked G back to her place. It wasn’t far. And when we reached her front door, she told me that she was feeling a bit ‘elephant’s trunk’ and probably need to ‘rub one out’. Did I want to come and watch? I thought that it would be rude not to. Once she got going, she invited me to join in. ‘Yeah, why not?’ I thought. And that’s how we got started.
For the best part of a year, we’d meet up – usually at her place – she’d show me what she had written; we’d talk about it – over a drink or two; and then we’d have a mutual masturbation session. Occasionally we’d fuck; but usually we would just masturbate. I guess you could say that we were FW(M)Bs – Friends With (Masturbation) Benefits.
