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From 25 August to 1 October, 5/6 different times, I fucked this woman (let's call her 35yoF(former)F(fuck)B(buddy)) I met from a tour I had given earlier in August. Though I never let her sleep over, I may have sent mixed signals due to not only fucking her. During the first night smash, I called it a "date." Also, there was plenty of cuddling and intimate post- and in-between coital chit-chat (including eventually sharing past traumas).
The woman is 35 and says she lost her virginity via alleged rape (and that the first few other times she did it she was still "dissociating" herself from it). She first got drunk at the age of 11 years old (and was older when she was allegedly raped, even if she was really drunk the night it happened and the rape shtick may simply have been an in-retrospect reputation-saving measure). She has plenty of body art and used to have piercings on her tongue and nose and stuff. She drinks too much. She loves sex (and is very skilled in the horizontal arts). She's also a very nurturing and care-giving woman.
Even if at this stage I am open to the idea of sharing emotional intimacy with a (pretty and hot) girl, I would rather she were at least 10 years my junior, and had no tattoos, piercings, or alleged rape stories to share. I would also rather be in abundance, seeing other girls, and organically and slowly transition to greater exclusivity as the emotional intimacy matures with said potential "main." I would also rather she either be in college or be college-educated. And not Gender or Race Studies, or whatever other nonsense is being taught these days, either.
So, despite the fact that she's finishing her PhD, the above 35-year-old woman was never really a candidate for the girlfriend slot. Also, being post-wall, the clock was ticking from day one, which I was fine with. On Sunday 1 October, while she was at mine and we were smashing raw as per usual, during post-coital I told her I thought she was an amazing person and she took this as a cue (she had already attempted to inquire if I was sleeping with other girls, a question I had ignored) to say she wanted to have an exclusive relationship with me, to which I told her that I thought she deserved commitment, but that I wasn't that guy. Before she left she also said that, though she and her cool housemate (a guy I met through her) had invited me to a house party on Friday 13 October, she "didn't want me to flirt" at the party. I answered her that "I'm a naturally flirtatious personality," and left it at that.
When I arrived last night, she was dressed to kill, in this figure-hugging azure blue dress. I almost regretted letting her go - this thought must have appeared and lingered in my mind for a total of 5 minutes - the total amount of time it took for a hotter and prettier woman (HPW) at the party to begin doting attention on me. I noticed that as soon as we started hitting it off 35yoFFB seemed to keep interrupting us to either place a bottle of wine at the table close to us or to pour more wine into our glasses when we didn't need it. I may have been rude then in that I simply continued chatting to HPW and didn't acknowledge 35yoFFB.
Later in the night, 35yoFFB was already drunk (speaking more or less incoherent babble) as we stood with another woman in the kitchen when she invited me to dance. I went into the living room with 35yoFFB to dance. At that point, there were already a few other people there moving their bodies slightly to the music. Shortly into our dance, I noticed HPW in the corridor outside getting her purse. Believing her to be leaving (I was thinking of doing the same, having originally intended to stay at the party only for a short while before heading home in order to still get a good night's slumber), I told 35yoFFB to "wait a minute," and went out to exchange contacts with HPW. A quick chat later, I returned to the living room, at which point 35yoFFB stormed out, a move I ignored.
When she later returned to the living room (meanwhile she had gone upstairs, where there was a sort of separate party taking place (some guys were jamming)), we danced a bit. But, as against the sort of dancing I had been doing and was still doing with other women/girls there (spinning them around and holding hands but not really grinding), 35yoFFB just wanted to grind her ass on my dick, to sort of show ownership, which was a bit offputting. I also complimented the posters decorating the living room and kitchen, including this stylish native tribal print, which I even offered to buy from 35yoFFB, and she said she had others and could give me one for free. I responded that I couldn't take such an item from her gratis, and didn't really want to go upstairs to her room to "see the other prints," but she insisted, and then upstairs I had to tell her that I didn't want any (they weren't as stylish as the one downstairs on the living room wall), to which she sulked, stumbling down the stairs and hurting herself as she went, to which I - walking behind her - held her waist for the final steps in order to ensure she was ok, and then offered to get some ice for her, since she was rubbing her elbow, which she declined.
Later, it was 1:30 a.m. or so, and I wanted to leave in order to try to sleep some hours before the maid came over that morning. I started saying goodbye to different guests at the party, and when I went to bid my adieu to 35yoFFB she said she didn't feel good because I had flirted, against her admonitions. I told her I didn't think I'd done anything wrong, and - because I respect her - even went so far as to explain that HPW and I had agreed to go on a day trip together and that that was the reason I had wanted to exchange contacts with her (because while complaining 35yoFFB spun some yarn about HPW commenting negatively to her that I'd "approached her in such-and-such a way" which is hard to believe since the vibe between HPW and me was perfect the whole night, and we've been texting back and forth this morning). I added that if I was supposed to repress who I am then I'd rather not have come to the party. Here she backtracked, saying that's not what she meant, blablabla. I also said that she couldn't criticize me for dancing with other girls. She said "It's just that I still find you attractive" or something. She wanted me to apologize but I refused to, saying I'd enjoyed the party, thanking her for inviting me, and hoping she'd enjoy the gifts I'd brought them.
But now she sort of kept stalking me and walked downstairs with me to the front door, and as I hugged her to say goodbye, and moved as if to leave, she said that I "couldn't leave like this," and was about to start listing the things she didn't like that I had done when I interrupted her and said: "I don't believe I did anything reprehensible, so I don't really owe you an explanation. Thank you for inviting me to the party. I had a lot of fun, but in all honesty, you're starting to spoil the party vibe for me with this, so it's probably best if I leave. Thanks again, goodbye!" and I heard her shout "asshole!" and slam the door behind me.
Now here's the thing. I would like to be her friend, and the people at the party were cool, so I would like to continue having access to those social circles (or to similar house parties in the future). I enjoyed the time I spent with her over those 6 or 7 weeks. She's smart and has been through a lot. And from what I could understand - if the stories she told me were true - she has been good to various guys in the past (including stopping one from committing suicide).
Also, admittedly this is uncharted land for me since I don't have much social experience with handling jealous girls with panache and managing to keep them around. I'm also a bit low on empathy, due to repressing emotions for a good portion of my life as a coping strategy that began when dealing with adversity on the home front as a kid, so don't yet fully trust myself in situations such as these.
Questions:
From 25 August to 1 October, 5/6 different times, I fucked this woman (let's call her 35yoF(former)F(fuck)B(buddy)) I met from a tour I had given earlier in August. Though I never let her sleep over, I may have sent mixed signals due to not only fucking her. During the first night smash, I called it a "date." Also, there was plenty of cuddling and intimate post- and in-between coital chit-chat (including eventually sharing past traumas).
The woman is 35 and says she lost her virginity via alleged rape (and that the first few other times she did it she was still "dissociating" herself from it). She first got drunk at the age of 11 years old (and was older when she was allegedly raped, even if she was really drunk the night it happened and the rape shtick may simply have been an in-retrospect reputation-saving measure). She has plenty of body art and used to have piercings on her tongue and nose and stuff. She drinks too much. She loves sex (and is very skilled in the horizontal arts). She's also a very nurturing and care-giving woman.
Even if at this stage I am open to the idea of sharing emotional intimacy with a (pretty and hot) girl, I would rather she were at least 10 years my junior, and had no tattoos, piercings, or alleged rape stories to share. I would also rather be in abundance, seeing other girls, and organically and slowly transition to greater exclusivity as the emotional intimacy matures with said potential "main." I would also rather she either be in college or be college-educated. And not Gender or Race Studies, or whatever other nonsense is being taught these days, either.
So, despite the fact that she's finishing her PhD, the above 35-year-old woman was never really a candidate for the girlfriend slot. Also, being post-wall, the clock was ticking from day one, which I was fine with. On Sunday 1 October, while she was at mine and we were smashing raw as per usual, during post-coital I told her I thought she was an amazing person and she took this as a cue (she had already attempted to inquire if I was sleeping with other girls, a question I had ignored) to say she wanted to have an exclusive relationship with me, to which I told her that I thought she deserved commitment, but that I wasn't that guy. Before she left she also said that, though she and her cool housemate (a guy I met through her) had invited me to a house party on Friday 13 October, she "didn't want me to flirt" at the party. I answered her that "I'm a naturally flirtatious personality," and left it at that.
When I arrived last night, she was dressed to kill, in this figure-hugging azure blue dress. I almost regretted letting her go - this thought must have appeared and lingered in my mind for a total of 5 minutes - the total amount of time it took for a hotter and prettier woman (HPW) at the party to begin doting attention on me. I noticed that as soon as we started hitting it off 35yoFFB seemed to keep interrupting us to either place a bottle of wine at the table close to us or to pour more wine into our glasses when we didn't need it. I may have been rude then in that I simply continued chatting to HPW and didn't acknowledge 35yoFFB.
Later in the night, 35yoFFB was already drunk (speaking more or less incoherent babble) as we stood with another woman in the kitchen when she invited me to dance. I went into the living room with 35yoFFB to dance. At that point, there were already a few other people there moving their bodies slightly to the music. Shortly into our dance, I noticed HPW in the corridor outside getting her purse. Believing her to be leaving (I was thinking of doing the same, having originally intended to stay at the party only for a short while before heading home in order to still get a good night's slumber), I told 35yoFFB to "wait a minute," and went out to exchange contacts with HPW. A quick chat later, I returned to the living room, at which point 35yoFFB stormed out, a move I ignored.
When she later returned to the living room (meanwhile she had gone upstairs, where there was a sort of separate party taking place (some guys were jamming)), we danced a bit. But, as against the sort of dancing I had been doing and was still doing with other women/girls there (spinning them around and holding hands but not really grinding), 35yoFFB just wanted to grind her ass on my dick, to sort of show ownership, which was a bit offputting. I also complimented the posters decorating the living room and kitchen, including this stylish native tribal print, which I even offered to buy from 35yoFFB, and she said she had others and could give me one for free. I responded that I couldn't take such an item from her gratis, and didn't really want to go upstairs to her room to "see the other prints," but she insisted, and then upstairs I had to tell her that I didn't want any (they weren't as stylish as the one downstairs on the living room wall), to which she sulked, stumbling down the stairs and hurting herself as she went, to which I - walking behind her - held her waist for the final steps in order to ensure she was ok, and then offered to get some ice for her, since she was rubbing her elbow, which she declined.
Later, it was 1:30 a.m. or so, and I wanted to leave in order to try to sleep some hours before the maid came over that morning. I started saying goodbye to different guests at the party, and when I went to bid my adieu to 35yoFFB she said she didn't feel good because I had flirted, against her admonitions. I told her I didn't think I'd done anything wrong, and - because I respect her - even went so far as to explain that HPW and I had agreed to go on a day trip together and that that was the reason I had wanted to exchange contacts with her (because while complaining 35yoFFB spun some yarn about HPW commenting negatively to her that I'd "approached her in such-and-such a way" which is hard to believe since the vibe between HPW and me was perfect the whole night, and we've been texting back and forth this morning). I added that if I was supposed to repress who I am then I'd rather not have come to the party. Here she backtracked, saying that's not what she meant, blablabla. I also said that she couldn't criticize me for dancing with other girls. She said "It's just that I still find you attractive" or something. She wanted me to apologize but I refused to, saying I'd enjoyed the party, thanking her for inviting me, and hoping she'd enjoy the gifts I'd brought them.
But now she sort of kept stalking me and walked downstairs with me to the front door, and as I hugged her to say goodbye, and moved as if to leave, she said that I "couldn't leave like this," and was about to start listing the things she didn't like that I had done when I interrupted her and said: "I don't believe I did anything reprehensible, so I don't really owe you an explanation. Thank you for inviting me to the party. I had a lot of fun, but in all honesty, you're starting to spoil the party vibe for me with this, so it's probably best if I leave. Thanks again, goodbye!" and I heard her shout "asshole!" and slam the door behind me.
Now here's the thing. I would like to be her friend, and the people at the party were cool, so I would like to continue having access to those social circles (or to similar house parties in the future). I enjoyed the time I spent with her over those 6 or 7 weeks. She's smart and has been through a lot. And from what I could understand - if the stories she told me were true - she has been good to various guys in the past (including stopping one from committing suicide).
Also, admittedly this is uncharted land for me since I don't have much social experience with handling jealous girls with panache and managing to keep them around. I'm also a bit low on empathy, due to repressing emotions for a good portion of my life as a coping strategy that began when dealing with adversity on the home front as a kid, so don't yet fully trust myself in situations such as these.
Questions:
- From the above, did I do anything wrong?
- What (if anything) can I do to make things right?