What Are YOU Thinking? Continued 3

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Thinking about a woman who invited me over for dinner one night after we had stopped dating and she had started dating someone else. We ate on the patio, then jumped into her swimming pool and frolicked around for a while. She gave me sweet little kisses on my lips. Then she wanted to go inside and get in the whirlpool tub. And we did that. Then we slept together naked, but didn’t have sex. I didn’t know what she was looking for from me, but I didn’t want to mess up her new relationship. At some point during the night, though, I must have been pestering her in my sleep with my hands or my cock, and she moved downstairs to sleep on the sofa. And this wasn’t the first time a woman attached to someone else had felt a need to flee me in the middle of the night. Anyway, in the morning I went downstairs and kissed her and drove off. We remained friends. But my God, I will never figure people out.
 
Thinking about a woman who invited me over for dinner one night after we had stopped dating and she had started dating someone else. We ate on the patio, then jumped into her swimming pool and frolicked around for a while. She gave me sweet little kisses on my lips. Then she wanted to go inside and get in the whirlpool tub. And we did that. Then we slept together naked, but didn’t have sex. I didn’t know what she was looking for from me, but I didn’t want to mess up her new relationship. At some point during the night, though, I must have been pestering her in my sleep with my hands or my cock, and she moved downstairs to sleep on the sofa. And this wasn’t the first time a woman attached to someone else had felt a need to flee me in the middle of the night. Anyway, in the morning I went downstairs and kissed her and drove off. We remained friends. But my God, I will never figure people out.

Did you use your words and ask?
 
Oh, I had been friends with this woman for years before we ever had sex. We had no problem communicating, and often talked for hours. But on this particular, magical evening, I don’t know what her motivation was.
 
Oh, I had been friends with this woman for years before we ever had sex. We had no problem communicating, and often talked for hours. But on this particular, magical evening, I don’t know what her motivation was.

That’s what I mean though... why didn’t you ask?
 
I strongly suspect that she wanted him to make a move on her but didn't want to initiate it herself. Naked in bed together, she eventually felt guilty and stupid, so she left.
 
That’s what I mean though... why didn’t you ask?

Why didn’t I ask to have sex, do you mean? I didn’t want to have sex with her, because she had started seeing someone else and I didn’t want her to be confused. We were just having a sweet moment. But we had been drinking and were both naked, and it’s hard to remain disciplined under those circumstances. I didn’t consciously make a sexual move on her, but chances are I was feeling her up in my sleep. Or maybe she wanted to fuck me, but also didn’t want to fuck me, and felt the need to move away. I really don’t know.
 
Why didn’t I ask to have sex, do you mean? I didn’t want to have sex with her, because she had started seeing someone else and I didn’t want her to be confused. We were just having a sweet moment. But we had been drinking and were both naked, and it’s hard to remain disciplined under those circumstances. I didn’t consciously make a sexual move on her, but chances are I was feeling her up in my sleep. Or maybe she wanted to fuck me, but also didn’t want to fuck me, and felt the need to move away. I really don’t know.

No. Why didn’t you say “what’s going on here?Do you want more to happen?”

*shrugs*
I over communicate though. I’d rather know where I stand and what everyone is thinking because I overthink myself to death otherwise
 
I strongly suspect that she wanted him to make a move on her but didn't want to initiate it herself. Naked in bed together, she eventually felt guilty and stupid, so she left.

Sounds to me like he was being a southern gent. Perhaps a bit too much so. This probably served to reinforce any misgivings she’d had about taking it further. I give both credit for exercising such self restraint. Had I been in her shoes, I’m fairly sure I would’ve jumped Joe Bob..most likely before we jumped into the pool.
 
No. Why didn’t you say “what’s going on here?Do you want more to happen?”

*shrugs*
I over communicate though. I’d rather know where I stand and what everyone is thinking because I overthink myself to death otherwise

Well, I felt I knew where I stood in this situation. She had made a point of telling me about her new relationship, but also made the effort to continue to be kind to me. I was so impressed by her.
 
I need to change my age in my sig...oh it’s gonna hurt.

Shi, you're better looking than most 20 somethings, you come across as confident and composed. Don't think about it as getting older. Think of it as setting a new high score!
 
Thinking about two guys I went to college with who both had sex with my best friend’s sister, taking advantage of her when she was drunk. I loved her, and she had invited me into her bed, but I declined, because, well, she was my best friend’s sister. But I was pissed at these guys. So I fucked one”s sister and the other’s former girlfriend. I can really be less than nice at times.
 
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