Marvel #18

March 2024

To set up a catch up in March, we literally send 6 messages since we last saw each other & then on the day we planned, we send only 2 messages. In total. Could he fucking say any less to me at this point?! Does he even care about me?! Do I even want to keep doing this? I tried to make it just sex, now that’s what he’s giving me? I do feel more when I am with him, like I feel like he cares for me, but fuck this guy gives me absolutely nothing outside of when he sees me, that I don’t know what keeps me coming back or him for that matter!

After the 8 messages each that we have sent in March, it is another fortnight before he speaks again, not chatting to me after we fuck at all. I wish I looked back then for the green dot on snapchat that says you’ve been online in the last 24 hours – because spoiler alert – he tells me later that he had been online – he was on snapchat fairly regularly but didn’t talk to me, just looking at my icon of a sent message & not reading it or replying – more about that later… Fucking wanker jerk.

So this day it was apparently was good sex because I supposedly said to him that I was more horny than usual & he says that he enjoyed it but who knows why I was more horny, maybe its because where I was in my cycle, I have no idea but I do remember I was but because we didn’t really talk about the ins & outs of what we did afterwards via chat, I am not entirely sure what happened or what we did. But it was fucking hot, that’s for sure…

My notes & our convo say that I came home from work & we fuck in every position, I remember being so turned on this day & like I couldn’t get enough of him inside me. I couldn’t get enough orgasms. I let him fuck me however he wants & even let him fuck my ass, wanting him every way I can have him. I remember that this was also a time where when I was riding him, I would start off leaning down, kissing him, rocking back & forth really slowly, until I can feel my orgasm building, that I would pick up speed a little & within a few minutes, I cum hard & loud on his cock, feeling my cunt pulsing as I finish on top of him, collapsing into his chest.

This is something new I have been doing, fucking him slowly. We are usually really hard & fast, while there is feeling between us, there is something more intimate & different abut fucking slowly, using his cock how I want too, being in control, but not in a dominate way, just in a way to reach my orgasm how I want too, him underneath me loving the feeling of me slowly going deeper with each thrust.

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It’s the same month & Marvel is chatting more & asking if I want to catch up again. Very unprecedented, we only see each other once a month usually. He comes over after school drop off & after my stupid weekly meeting & we have sex. Around this time, I wasn’t even thinking about this blog, or even just using this medium as a journal. I wasn’t writing. I kind of regret not writing like a journal because it is good to look back on but with everything that happens in 2024 with job.

I think things will never be as they were with Marvel. Does he deserve my time? Does he deserve any more air time in my blog? Probably not. But now (as I write in early 2025) I wish I had written about things we did back then or wrote better notes, or even just had better conversations with him. Looking back on my blog & our relationship, like I did a few years ago when I turned it into ebooks, it was good to look back on what happened, the nitty gritty – the good, the bad, the ugly, the hurt, the pain, the love & hate. But honestly, it reminds me why I put up with this shit from him, this less than sporadic messaging, the once a month catch up for sex only & always being available when he texts because I get notifications.

Again I don’t have a lot written about what happened in March 2024, however because we are predictable, I can almost guarantee that we went straight into my room, fooled around a little bit, then we fuck with him on top, before I say I want to be on top. I’ll slide down his body, kissing as I go before I suck his dick. When I am done with his cock in my mouth, I’ll ride him, of course I’ll cum multiple times, then he’ll get on top, flipping me over to fuck me from behind before he cums. We don’t even cum in interesting ways anymore, it’s always inside me. Never on my tits or tummy or mouth. Not that I am complaining, it’s always good but it’s not surprising or innovative. It’s passionate & comfortable. There is still the undeniable chemistry between us but time limitations have caused us to be repetitive.

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