Jul 032017
 

Photo by Mark Solarski on UnsplashIf you remember from my last post, we left off with Mr. TakeMe’s car not being home. He didn’t reply to my inquiry all the next day.

So I give up on him again. I’m angry and sure he’s back with Shay.  When at 2am, he messages me.

Mr Takeme:

Hi

Me:

Back from the bars?

Mr Takeme:

Yes ma’am headed home

How about you

Me:

Just woke up a bit ago. Doing some work.

Mr Takeme:

Want to come over and fuck me?

Me:

I see you didn’t answer my text from last night.

Mr Takeme:

Oh, sorry for the garage

Parked in the garage

Me:

So you cleaned out your garage?

Mr Takeme:

It was clean. And then today I went through some camping gear and try to find a lost fishing pole so now it’s fucked again

Really don’t know what you’re trying to accuse me or blame you I was home end of story I’m home now end of story

I get enough of this shit from Shay don’t need it from you

You can come over or you can do your own thing. It’s all up to you

I’m just your fuck boy anyways

Me:

Oh sorry darling I’m sorry you don’t get to treat me like shit and then suddenly expect me to trust you like I used to.

Mr Takeme:

Please explain to me how treated you like shit.

And trust? What the fuck just trust have to do with anything we have

I’m here if you change your mind

Me:

Trust is the foundation of everything. Even fuck buddies.

Mr Takeme:

And what have I done to break that trust? I’ve always been honest

Even when it posses you off

Pisses*

Me:

You were honest then you weren’t. We discussed this last night. We got to an understanding and then your car wasn’t there. And you didn’t reply all day.

Then you get all pissy when I ask about it.

Mr Takeme:

Not pissy about anything

Me:

Lmao

He sent a screenshot of our conversation:

Mr Takeme:

Oh, sorry for the garage

Parked in the garage

Me:

So you cleaned out your garage?

Mr Takeme:

It was clean. And then today I went through some camping gear and try to find a lost fishing pole so now it’s fucked again

Really don’t know what you’re trying to accuse me or blame you I was home end of story I’m home now end of story

I get enough of this shit from Shay don’t need it from you”

Mr Takeme:

Not pissy. Precise

Honest

Logical

Accurate

Me:

First text there. I agree with you. The next two are pissy.

Mr Takeme:

I thought we could have some fun obviously you’re not in a fun mood so have a good night I’ll talk to you some other time

I hate there’s no Tone in text

I’m not gonna argue with you I don’t do that so you can take what I’m saying for truth or you can be pissed off and do your own thing

You don’t understand what I went through with that bitch I’m sorry if it was animosity towards her put on you

Me:

Nod

Mr Takeme:

Ok

I just wanted to play with you and make you cum a few times

Guess I’ll put the towel away

Me:

Well understand this about me. I am not trying to tie you down. Just making sure I don’t get hurt again.

Mr Takeme:

I have been honest and truthful and accurate and told you exactly what I want and what I expect it when I’m willing to do and not willing to do and if you get hurt in that situation I apologize it was not my intention and I’ve made it clear that I was not looking to hurt you

Me:

Well I’m not showered or dressed.  So another night.

This is why I like to have some heads up.

Mr Takeme:

OK

I live like one minute down the road you could figure it out and come over or you can keep being an asshole

Night

Me:

I’m not rushing around getting ready for a fuckboy. When I thought it was going somewhere, yeah. Because I do that for people I care about.

Mr Takeme:

You’re the one who made me your fuck boy I told you I’m not ready for relationship or planning on or trying to get in one of the same. I thought we had something going on more than fuck boy but it is what it is

Me:

I thought we had more. But you’re allergic to anyone having feelings for you.

Mr Takeme:

Yes I am.

Me:

So fuckboy it is.

Mr Takeme:

So leave those feelings at home come over and have some fun

Me:

That’s not how it works.

Mr Takeme:

Then come over and stay the night

Me:

And we’re going to include feelings into things?

Fuckboy or feelings. Either or. There’s no middle.

Mr Takeme:

Come over

So I went over. Unshowered. Hair uncombed. No makeup. I put on a cheap dress. No bra. And then I decided to be evil.

I put on a pair of my sexy panties. They’re a genius creation of mesh with a lace up back that leaves the back pretty much bare. I knew he’d like them.

I go over and head straight to the bedroom, and get on the bed. He doesn’t kiss me. He lays beside me and starts giving me a back massage. For the first time, he leaves the lights on.

“Hmm I could get into this.” I tell him. He continues. Then he lays on me and starts to hug me. I tell him No.

“So you just want to go straight to sex?” He asks.

“What else are fuckboys for?” I bitingly reply while smirking. The barb lands, but I’m beyond caring. He needs educated in just how fucking unfair his bullshit has been.. and just what it’s like to be treated like a piece of meat.

His hands roam between my legs but I’m still fully clothed and he’s not seen the panties yet. I’m remaining laying facedown on the bed on purpose. Then he finally does it.

He raises my dress and see the panties. He is partly speechless and partly amazed.

“Wow. I’ve never seen anything like these before. I like these.”

I reply: “It’s called lingerie and women wear it for men that they care about.”

He replied: “No they don’t.”

I quip right back: “Well not for you. Because you don’t do feelings.”

I feel the barb land, but he’s too turned on to dwell on it. I can feel him wanting to have sex through the hole in the panties, but I know him he will rip them.. and they’re amazing and cost amazing. So no ripping.

We argue a bit, but I win and we remove our clothes.

We have a short session of very impersonal sex and he cums. (He usually doesn’t.)  He cleans me up and starts to put on his shorts as he’s going out for a smoke.

Previously I would wait for him to return and we’d snuggle. Not tonight.

I got up and put my clothes on, and shoes..

“So that’s it? You’re leaving?”

I look at him. Smile sweetly and say: “Yes, my little fuckboy. That is what fuckboys get.”

He nods and we walk out to the street together. He stops and sits at his lawn chair where he smokes. I continue to walk.

Takes all I have to keep walking, but I know he won’t learn his lesson if I give in.

We never kissed the entire night.

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