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OK, I got it. I am the bad guy here. Let me start first, I am HIM. Onward.
We have been living together (Me and She) for like three and half years now. I know, I’m usually not the long-term type (definitely three’s long for me) – my ‘thing’ usually lasts just a few months. Don’t worry,hold your culture shock, I am not fully Indian. It’s not that I don’t enjoy going long term. I dig doing everyday stuff with HER, you know, like cooking together and picking out furniture ( Not much). The thing is, I just need some real excitement in my life.
Before HER, I cheated with around 15 other women (Numbers changed to avoid panic!). I wish I could blame it on my looks, but I’m not some super handsome or crazy smart guy like you judged already. I guess I’m just good at asking small questions, and that makes people open up slowly first and unstoppable later. Most of the time, I end up having affairs with people I work with(Not advised to imitate in your workplace). I can literally point out all the women from work who’ve been in my bed in staff photos. I know what you are always thinking when looking at staff photos.
SHE and I get together at HER place for some experimental long durational erotic act. I’ve got my own style – super slow and contemplative. The first time we did it, SHE was probably freaked out because I was kissing HER everywhere, even the backs of HER knees. SHE kept telling me to hurry up, but I was playing my own game. Lover is an artist , you know? It’s like dancing to the rhythm of bodies. I’ve spent a ton of time getting good at my performance art.
Our sex can last four hours. Long durational sex is a lost art. But we always take a break in the middle to chat. I have TDX (Topic During Sex) list of topics on my phone, and I randomly pick one to start a real heart-to-heart – it could be exes, terrible dates, or even orgasms. SHE is a riot, super funny and charming, and I love playing with HER about all our intimate stuff. At first, I spilled my guts just to make HER laugh, but now I kinda like the feeling of opening up. After lying to women for 12 years, this honesty thing has a whole new vibe.
I haven’t chased after another woman since the first time I hooked up with HER, so in a way, this is like my first-ever exclusive thing. I’m still under the same roof as HER, but we hardly share a bed anymore. SHE only hangs out with me once a week because she says I start to bug HER after 24 hours. Her straight-up honesty keeps me on my toes.
HE is like my Saturday night boyfriend, you know? The first time we hooked up was on a weekend trip to Nandi Hills , and it happened to be a Saturday, so that kinda stuck as our special day.
I was into long term or eternal love affairs for years , and that whole thing turned me off by patriarchal sh*t and from boys. . Most guys in their 20s are seeing moms in me/us to clean up their place and dress. Props to HIM , though – he can cook up a mean dinner. But I’m all about having my own space and being in charge. If HE crashes at my place for more than one night, we end up arguing about petty stuff, like garbage bag.
So, before I got with HIM , I had no clue he was such a self hugging sex monk. I mean, the guy always looked so ‘zen’sual and put together. The first time we had sex, I was totally thrown off because he took things super slow (He calls it contemplative, I think it is from Tantric ). He went around licking every inch of my body . I was worried I’d never catch some sleep after that.
Once I got used to how he plays, I started to really enjoy myself. The guy takes serious pride in what he does, and it totally comes through. HE can spend a whole hour just giving me a massage before we even think about getting naked. I’d never been with a dude so into focusing on his lovemaking talent. He sees himself as some kind of love artist.
Now, here’s the crazy part – HE cheated on every woman he’s been with, but somehow, HE hasn’t pulled that with me yet. I could let a one-night thing slide, but if HE started seeing someone else on Saturday, that’s a deal-breaker for me.
Sometimes I crash at HIS place when his wife is away. The dude takes pictures of all HIS little decorations before I show up, so HE can put everything back exactly where it was after I leave. I’m pretty sure his wife suspects something. I mean, I’d know if some other woman had been in my house. Maybe it is good for both of us – she gets a husband side of HIM , and I get holy f* sex.
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