When I lived in Florida the best part of my day was when I left for work, and HATED pulling into my driveway every evening as I entered back into the gates of HELL!!! My live-in boyfriend at the time DISGUSTED me and I don’t throw that word around lightly.
He didn’t work, couldn’t because he had just been released from prison, a small detail he lacked to tell me when we met. He was a slob, thief, lazy, lazy and lazy as he played video games all day while I was worked to put food on the table.
So how did he manipulate me into believing he was everything I desired but was really the EXACT OPPOSITE? It was a combination of my own stupidity and a powerful emotion we call “Love at First Sight.”
I was 1200 miles away from family and friends in Texas and I felt trapped!!! If I did leave he would have no means to survive, not to mention all my furniture was in Florida. I very well could not pack all my shit and furniture into a Uhaul and disappear before he woke up. Nor would I feel comfortable driving that far of a distance in what I would consider to be an 18 wheeler. One day I was about to say FUCK IT when he helped make my escape a WHOLE lot easier.
I came home from work one day to our dog jumping, happy to see me and a boyfriend who was high as a kite playing video games in the recliner.
“How was your day honey,” he said in passing still focused on his video game.
It was great until I got here I thought, but didn’t say.
My usual routine was to make dinner (yeah he was too lazy to do that too), take a shower and go to sleep until the most beautiful noise sounded which was my alarm clock, so I could yet again exit the gates of hell.
Except this particular evening things played out a little differently…..
“Come here,” he said as he put his controller down, moved to the couch and patted the cushion next to him.
Ehhhhh…..do I have to I thought?
I did as he wished but approached him in a less enthusiastic motion.
Then he attempted what I was afraid he would do……a kiss.
Ehhhhh…..and of course I played along.
He abruptly stopped the kiss and asked why I wasn’t into him anymore.
Ehhhhh……do you really have to ask I thought.
Then he said……
“I want to make love to you.”
Ehhhhh…..I knew this day was coming soon. It had been two months since we were intimate and I cherished every moment his dick was NOT inside of me.
Please,
Please,
Please,
Please,
He begged.
“Fine,” I said just to shut him the fuck up!! Except I was not going to fuck him, I would give him a blowjob instead because he came much quicker this way.
I swallow the chunks now arriving in my throat as I stick this disgusting person’s cock in my mouth.
I didn’t suck slow at first as I usually did, instead my mouth had become the energizer bunny to make sure this dick came as quickly as possible.
CUM MOTHER FUCKER CUM!!!!
“Wait, wait,” he said.
WTF I thought? Now I have to get back in my “sucking a disgusting dick mode” all over again.
“I’ll be right back.”
I watched him jog to the bedroom then quickly reappear.
He kneels down in between the couch and coffee table, takes my hand into his, slides a gold band with a diamond around my finger and says:
“As you were giving me a blowjob I noticed something was missing on this finger. Will you marry me?”
I dashed to the bathroom.
Needless to say I didn’t finish the blowjob, I never wore the ring and I left him two days later.
He still wonders why I left him.
