1. Sex & Violence with Leanne


    Date: 12/5/2023, Categories: Diary, Author: Steweird 

    ... little kiss as it lay there flaccid across my stomach. She raised her head up and looked at my cock while it hardened in response, then planted a second kiss a little farther up. This was followed by a series of increasingly enthusiastic smacks up the full underside length of my erection until she reached my knob, each kiss becoming more intense as her sexual arousal mounted. Having planted one final desperate kiss on my knob she devoured the whole prick without pausing, as if starving for the taste of my fuckmeat, sucking and licking on me like she might on a yummy ice cream cone. What an ego trip I had as she did that!

This other time she fucked with me on my bed, her legs wrapped around my waist. I moved in and out on top of her for a long hour, not cumming. She lay complacently under me as I humped her faster and faster. I timed my thrusts to the natural rhythm of the springs of my mattress as her naked body bounced up and down in sympathy with my fucking motion. I finally came inside her as I whispered “Ohhhhh...Leeee.....anne!”

She told her friends that.....how I would whisper romanticly “Ohhhhh.....Leeee......annnnnnnnne!” each time I came. I suspect now that she thought that made me a wimp or something.

A Pre-emptive Break-up

Then I was suddenly brought face to face with reality. Despite the time we spent together she abruptly dumped me one day, out of the blue.

“You’re too nice a guy.” She told me enigmatically. She told me she had decided to break ...
    ... it off with me because she couldn’t stand the agony of waiting for me to break up with her - sort of Leanne’s own version of Seinfeld’s “pre-emptive breakup”.

She said she didn’t think I was ‘committing’. “I would phone you up and break a date at the last minute and you wouldn’t even get mad or anything, it was like you didn’t care about our relationship!” She was referring to a bunch of times she said she was sick and like an idiot I was disappointed but said "Ok, I understand" instead of realizing she was just not into me.

Living in the Aftershock

If she had just let the relationship end there, I suppose I would have been OK but she kept calling me for a couple weeks on the phone to have conversations about nothing, and like an idiot I let her. Like the Eagles sing “...you can’t be lovers but you’re more than friends, after the thrill is gone...”

I stupidly thought she was trying to rescue some kind of unachievable friendship out of what we had had for a while, and I was dumb enough to accept that if that was all of her I could have then I would take it and be grateful.

I was nothing but confused. Every time she phoned I would hope that this was the call where she was going to suggest we get back together. I couldn’t make out why she didn’t; why she valued me as a friend but not a lover.

And of course, I found it impossible to keep my thoughts platonic; every time I saw her the bumps on her chest reminded me how pretty she looked topless and I would get an ...
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