Fluffers are known as the guys who get male porn stars ready for the camera action. My definition is similar. Fluffers are people who get another person all amped up for play, but they never act on it. Fluffers are frustrating. What is the point in playing the fluffing game? Time is priceless. I do not care to waste my time talking about sexing someone if it is not going to happen. I would rather indulge in me time than fluff someone.
There are five guys that come to mind for me. One of the guys, we did heavy petting once at my place. It was so hot. However, he never ended up coming over again to cross the finishline. He told me that he regretted it after I moved away. A year and a half went by of texting and snap chatting with one another. I was back in town for one weekend. In typical fashion, he did not have any follow through for us. Why the fluff?
Three of the guys were here in Florida. It must be a common style in the sunshine state. Two out of the three of them nothing ever happened between us. There were many words used. Numerous attempts to try and meet up. Many promises of wanting to be naked. Do people get their rocks off by teasing and never doing anything? Teasing is all good and fun when you get that prize in the end. That would be like masterbating and then stopping right before you orgasm. ::blank stare::
After a month or so, I realized it was not worth my time. If I wanted to get myself excited, I would get my own orgasm. I do not need some guy trying to fluff me up and not get mine in the end. If I wanted to have fluff, I would eat it out of a jar.
I love the term “dial-a-dick.” Samantha used that term in ‘Sex and The City.’ It is also known as a “fuck buddy.” Most people have at least one person they can hit up for sex. Some people may have a few options in their black book. These types of relationships were with people you trusted and had really good sexual chemistry with at some point. It may not have been a serious relationship. It could have been a causal friend you liked to hang out with on occasion. My black book was not too shabby in my early twenties. It worked both ways. They would hit me up or I would hit them up. It could be early in the evening or late at night. It was nice having a reliable dick on call.
Cameron and I may have had more feelings involved, but it was nice knowing we were on the same page. It did not matter what time it was or where we were at the time. I would typically go to him since my parents house was not ideal for having male companions over. My house was a last resort for us. We were notorious for making use of my vehicles. We had sex in all three of my cars plus my parents Explorer. The Explorer was nice because we laid the back seat down, but it gave you brush burn. Ha. This deal went on a long time between us. It was always worth it.
Ken and I also had common ground on this subject. We may not have been in a relationship, but we had amazing sexual chemistry. We would either message each other on AIM or text each other. Our code for each other when we were feeling frisky was mentioning that we wanted a cigarette. I would drive up to the frat or his house to indulge in a camels cigarette then he’d indulge in me. We took advantage of each other anywhere and everywhere. The frat’s stairwell and hallway, the bathroom stalls/showers, his porch, our buddy’s porch and pull out couch, or the normal place his bed. We had a lot of fun in those few years.
I found one the last few months I was in Chicago finally. Daniel was always at the same local watering hole as me. He lived by me. He had a broad that was into him, but he said that they were not dating. I took him home one time after the bar. I have to say I was pleasantly surprised with what he had in his pants. He had decent sized girth. We went for two rounds that night. Daniel was ready to hit up one of our mutual friends to come pick him up in the morning. I got dressed and dropped him off at his house. I did not want anyone knowing we were sleeping together. It always would work out better when the least amount of people knew about your business. Because people love to stick their nose where it does not belong and stir the pot.
I hit Daniel up another time and he just automatically offered to come over before I even asked him to. We started going at it on my new couch. We were ripping each other’s clothes off while trying to keep our hands all over each other. I thought I was finally going to christen the new couch. He ended the couch fun by moving the sexapade to my bedroom. It was still amazing sex. I am just that person who loves to christen new things in my life. Ha.
Fuck Buddies are pretty much non-existent anymore. It is hard to find one especially when you move to different states. It does not help that it is harder to trust people now a days. You have to be concered with getting an STD or pregnant if your buddy is not honest with you. Some men are skeptic and think most broads get attached easily to the dick. It happens. Some broads do get dickmatized. The dick can be that good. The same goes for men though. The broad could be bat shit crazy and he does not care because he fell into her rabbit hole. He got lost in Wonderland.
I truly believe you love to gamble if you are willing to engage in backdoor activities. That was meant as an “Exit Only” hole. When you are putting things in an out hole, you are gambling with nature. How lucky are you feeling?
My good friend, Jude, was a gambling man. Him and his girlfriend, Mollie, had been dating for a little while. They liked to dabble in backdoor playtime. Jude forgot that it was a big gamble plugging it in from behind. He was on the couch with Mollie one night. Mollie was on all fours with him pounding away on her ass. It was all pleasure and fun until Jude caught a whiff of something. He wasn’t sure what he smelled, so he kept pile driving her from behind. Jude caught another smell of it. This time it took his breath away. It smelled like it was diarrhea. Oh God No!He looked down. Fack! Mollie had diarrhea all over him, his dick and her ass. Jude started dry heaving. He ran to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. Mollie was mortified. It was a way worse scene out of the movie ‘Hall Pass.’ Jude felt bad for her, but he wanted to bleach himself clean. A log would have been less foul than the splatter all over everyone.
Jude and Mollie went back to normal sex in her Miss Lucy for a little while. They attempted backdoor Betty once more before they decided to call it quits. I would assume that type of situation would put a damper on ones relationship. We joke and tell Jude his theme song is by Nicki Minaj called ‘Did it on Em.’ ::Shitted on ’em, put yo’ number two’s in the air if you did it on ’em::