A Night of Passion

I decided to be interesting today and give this post a title for once. This past Thursday was Victor's birthday. He is now 29 years old, and for some reason he did not want to celebrate it. I made him a cake on Friday (which came out alright to say the least...think something is wrong with the oven). He came over Friday...and I don't know...the second I saw him I just wanted him, in ways which I knew I shouldn't. He came into my room, laid back on my bed...and that was all I needed. Within five minutes we were kissing and touching on my bed. And within an hour we had decided to go back to his apartment to have sex...but then changed our minds and had done it in my room instead.

We had to be quiet about it because my flatmate was in her room just a few feet away from mine. There were times where I was afraid his moaning would alert her to what was going on, so I had to try to quiet him down. But that was probably the best sex of my life at the time. The thing about Victor's penis is that it's not the longest...more like the average length, but it's pretty wide (almost coke bottle status kind of wide). I don't want men to think it's all about size though, because really its all about how you use it. As long as you are not absolutely deficient in that department (like small and skinny) you will be fine, but maybe you also have to have some kind of connection to that person.

So yeah....right after we had sex, my boyfriend called. I felt bad to say the least, so Victor decided to take me out to the movies to make up for it. While in the movie theatre...I started to feel a little horny. I'm a horny person...I'm not even going to lie about it. So I whispered that to him in the theatre and he was like "wow, I've never had sex in the movie theatre before." I never thought about going that far in the movie theatre, but I didn't mind giving him a handjob. He unzipped his pants and I stuck my hands in and after about a minute or two...we decided to stop. It was kind of obvious, we were not in the very back (more like the middle) and there were people around. That made for a very bad combination.

After the movie we went back to his apartment for some more sex. It was really just unbelievable that day, each round lasting for at least 30 minutes. After the first round we had after the movie theatre my dad called. I got in trouble for being on the phone too much the past month (talking on the phone for over 3,000 minutes and texting over 2,000 times). Well...when you are as lonely as I am taking summer classes, one might understand. I only have one good friend who I would actually "hang out" with and even then she goes away some weekends. So yeah...I do make a lot of calls, and text a lot. The vast majority going to my boyfriend who I miss so much. I know....I miss my boyfriend and yet I am having sex with someone else. It's a complicated relationship which I hope to explain.

After getting my ear talked out from my dad, Victor and I had sex again. Then I slept over at his place, and went back to mine in the morning. Although when we woke up, Victor tried to have sex with me again...but I was bruised for the night before and that was not going to happen.

I keep telling myself that I'm not going to have sex anymore...that I need to wait until I get married. But it's so hard....when guys keep throwing themselves at you. Consistently, sometimes to the point of harrassement. After being through that so much, you are bound to give in. Victor was like that...when we first saw each other this summer...he was always flirting...always touching me. Even when I would tell him to stop...he would just keep going. Always feeling my breasts (with his hands and mouth) and trying to put his hands in my pants. He has been a friend of mine for over two years now, and to be honest we were kind of dating before my current boyfriend. When I broke up with him because my boyfriend Chris caught my eye, and we went to the same school, while Victor and I was a long distance thing...and it was too hard for me. I constantly found myself looking for something else, thinking that there had to be more than this. Victor wanted to marry me...he would talk about how his people would come over to my parents house and formalize it and everything.

Apparently I was his first love in the U.S., he's a great guy, but we're the same height. I'm a tall girl, 5'9" (well not that tall), but I can't be with a guy the exact same height as me. I have no doubt he will find a wonderful girl for him though. He's definitely going to be able to support a family as he's studying pharmacy, and will be done with his schooling in two years. Any degree related to pharmacy that one can have...he will have it. He's not ugly and good in bed...it will only be a matter of time.

That's all for today.