Totally Ludacris Pt. One

I’m currently sitting at my kitchen table munching on Simple Pleasures cookies with milk. It is Day 3 of “In a Relationship” on Facebook.My best friend told me that I absolutely had to post this story… so here goes!

His name is Andreas, he’s Greek. Did I mention that he drives a Lexus or that he owns two major restaurants here in Montreal? Of course not, because I’m getting ahead of myself. We’ll save that story for another day. What’s even more interesting is what happened just before Andreas asked me to be his Girlfriend.

I’ve been frequenting this bar for a little while now. One of my best friends who will be featured somewhere on this page is a BusBoy there. We’ve fooled around a few times… but he’s played with my head so much that I’ve managed to lose ALL interest in him as a future mate. One minute he loved me, the next he told me there was no spark, and then a week later asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. See what I mean?

Regardless! There is a bouncer who caught my eye. Bigger guy, 6 foot forever… tattoos, mohawk… Bad-Boy. His name is Bob. Not my usual blonde-blue-eyed-babe, but he’s charming with edge. Friday night, I went to his place for a quickie before he had to work. Being the good girl that I am, I picked up a six-pack of his favorite beer and slipped off my thong and panty-hoes before I got up to his apartment. Bonus points for me right? He was in the shower with the door open when I arrived. He was in a mood. Rough. Fast. Hard…. Need I say more?

He told me to come in… and that he had his towel on… As soon as I opened the door, a burst of steam hit me, and he was there… nonchalantly holding a towel in front of him.. which was soon on the floor. He took me by the hair and pinned me against the inside of the shower, holding me by my neck with this devious look. He lifted my dress and instantly looked pleased. Bob then took a step back and told me to take everything off. Which I did, under his careful eye, until he couldn’t take it anymore, and he lifted me and put his full length into me. No warning… nothing. Of course I dug my nails into his back at the surprise! Then he let me down and told me to sprint to the bedroom where he fucked me so hard I had a black out from cumming 3 or 4 times in a row with no time for recovery between each.

Bob flipped me over, and asked me where I wanted him to cum. Without hesitation, I positioned my face to hang off the bed with my mouth open where he covered my lips and tongue; and I swallowed every last drop.

Bob then got strange… I had had a great time. And he went into deep, pensive, I-am-a-complex-man frame of mind. After sex, I’ll be honest… you had better cuddle me. I don’t care how you feel. I need to be held and told that I’m amazing, beautiful, sexy, tight… something. Bob put his shoes on and told me to drive him to work. And when my mood changed, he told me that matching his mood would only hurt me in the end.

We drove in silence.  Put on my best grunge, screamo, heavy death metal music… full volume and left him on the corner.

This is where the story begins.

Cold shower time?

What if I told you that I let a guy cum in my mouth and then made out with another guy 2 hours later?

Hehe! Oops!!

Avalina

For those of you who don’t believe in that can’t eat, can’t sleep, reach for the stars over the fence, world series kind of love… It exists. We literally had a virtual relationship? Phone sex included. ;- ) It was perfect. If only it would have been actually me. This man was so real and I twisted him. Lead him on. Lied to him.

About a year ago, I had created an alter-ego. I was 5’4″, blonde, lean… fearless femme fatale. I met a guy online, and we ended up falling in love with each other. Over 7 months, we spent 3-6 hours a day on the phone and never met. He would call me at 7:01 every morning on his way to work, and the train would go through this tunnel around 7:26 where the phone would cut off… usually mid-I-Love-You. Then we he would call me back at 7:35 depending sometimes 7:37… Wonderful way to start your day. I loved him, what I knew of him through the receiver of my phone.

Eventually, i had to get creative with my stories because he was on to me. I could feel it. I told him I was pregnant with twins. We had tried to break things off several times, we just couldn’t get enough of each other. He even started seeing someone else while he was in love with Ava. It was eating at me, tearing me apart. I would cry after hours of speaking with him. Love? Joy? Sadness? Helplessness? I was so involved in this lie that I didn’t know how to get out of it without hurting either of us.

He had mentioned to me that he was coming to my town to play poker. The Mohawk Casino just happened to be minutes from my house. I wrote a quick letter with lyrics to a song we were both naming our own. I called one of my close friends, and we drove over to Poker Playground. He had told what kind of car he drove and that he had recently hit a yellow cement pillar. My friend and I drove in circles trying to find it. Finally, when we did, I skipped over and placed the envelop in the door handle. This was the closest Ava had ever been to her lover.

He called to invite me over, and when I refused… He got quiet.
He had the letter in his hand, which I had sprayed with my CocoChanel.

I had to tell him.

7 months had gone by. How had I let this happen.

At this point, as I was trying to hold back tears telling him the story about what had happened, I couldn’t help but think how intoxicating the perfume must have been for him to bear.

Earlier in the week, He had set up a rendez-vous point. We were to meet at a mall and enter from different entrances. We would then call each other, and meet up somewhere in the middle. This way we were both already well into the conversation that nothing would be awkward. He even included a map with colors indicating our separate routes.

After I laid all my cards on the table, I told him that I would follow his instructions if he could find it in his heart to meet me. He said that he would be there. 12 sharp.

I saw him sitting in his car. I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I called him. I could hear that he was frustrated in his voice. Angry. Upset. This mad my heart race. Was it going to be a confrontation between the two of us? I was already feeling vulnerable.

He walked up to me. His eyes were cold as ice.

I looked at him, stern. cold. poker face. But I couldn’t hold it for very long.

He hugged me. And told me everything was alright.

We saw each other a few times, but it wasn’t the same. He had called me a few weeks later at 3am. Our usual time, and it was strange. He called once more following our last date. He was upset, and had manged to cry himself to sleep. His last words to me were, “I don’t even know why I called you.”

I was obviously devastated. I had developed real feeling for this man, who didn’t even know the real me. It hurt and to this day, no one has measured up to Michel.

It’s his birthday today. What to do…this time last year, I was on the phone with him celebrating his 27th…this year….

Regardless of the reasoning, I managed to break this man’s heart. I still think about him and wonder if I even deserve his forgiveness.

How do you fix something like this?