The Lustful Chronicles

You know that wild night you have for fun to get rid of all the pain and heartache? The kind that would have turned into a horrible night but instead, you drown yourself in sorrow. Or a drink? Well, this isn’t that. This is my story about how I came to find out how wonderful s*x can be when they’re no strings attached. They always talk about how women are more emotional than men, but that’s not always true. How do I know? Well, that’s easy. I know because I was the logical one, and these men were so infatuated with the good, good they seemed to have lost their minds. Did I settle for any of them? Well, that’s something you’ll have to listen to and find out. It is just like speaking with an old friend. One that is about to tell you all the dirty, filthy things she’s done to get over a past heartache. So buckle up buttercup, you’re in for one wild ride. It’s my wild ride. Now for a little backstory, you have to understand that in college; I was pretty well known by those in my department. I was what you would call the campus goddess. I was sweet, kind, caring, and all the other positive things that anyone could think of. Most people thought I was this innocent virgin, but in truth, I loved s*x. I loved it so much I could’ve had s*x several times a day but the thing about s*x is you can’t do that all day everyday like people imagine. You have to eat, drink, rest, and what not. All day s*x is that of myths. Did I care? Not really, I still wanted to try. Sadly, I was tricked into a relationship with the hottest guy on campus. Not that I’m complaining. He was Swedish. Not the typical Swed, you know, the six-foot-tall plus, ripped abs, blonde hair, blue eyes, model-type guy. This guy was the correct definition of tall, dark, and handsome. His skin was as dark as chocolate. His eyes were the color of Autumn. And his hair was just as thick and coarse as wool. As I said, not the typical Swedish guy, but he was just as handsome. Possibly, even better. There was only one problem with this dark Adonis. He sucked in bed. He didn’t even want to learn how to please a woman. A selfish lover. But he had good qualities. They say s*x isn’t everything. Andreas Karlsson said that to me a lot. I listened because he was my boyfriend and clearly; he sucked at s*x. He would blame it on stress or the coursework, but it was all excuses. Let me tell you about the last time he and I had s*x. This was actually the reason we broke up. Picture it: a pleasant hotel, a suite with a kitchen inside. Rose petals scattered across the floor and the bed. Whipped cream-topped strawberry cheesecake on the counter. Oysters on the half shell sitting on top of crushed ice. A nice New York strip charred to perfection. Finally, a bottle of chilled champagne. The two of us had come to the hotel to celebrate our two-year anniversary. Yes, I had been with this … man for two years. I know, I almost called him a boy, but he was a man, just a little naïve. Anyway, I opened the door to our room and hoped he would be excited. He wasn’t. “Why’d you waste petals like that? They’ll die anyway.” “Andreas, they aren’t real. I got the silk petals. We can use them again and again.” He only harrumphed to acknowledge my savvy. Moving closer to him, I rubbed my hand against his chest, then peeked out from under my lashes. I was aiming for coquettish. “Did you want dinner? You have two options.” I wasn’t sure I had succeeded. “What is that?” Walking a few steps away from him, I dropped the slip-on dress I had on. Standing there in just my lingerie, I strategically placed my left hand on my stomach. “You can eat me, or you can eat the food on the counter. Which would you like?” To be honest, I should have known that he would’ve chosen the food. He wasn’t the type to eat a girl out. He says it tastes funny. He never did it to me. Kind of messed up that he assumed from one awful experience that all women tasted funny. Well, he walked past me and headed straight for the kitchen. He didn’t care that I put care and attention into this night. He just wanted to stuff his face. I wanted to enjoy all of him until the sun rose. I sighed but closed my eyes and thought about his good qualities. He’s handsome and kind. When I need him to help me, he does. He was always there to listen when I had a problem. It helped that he was on the wealthier side, but money wasn’t everything. When I opened my eyes again, he had demolished everything that had been prepared. I hadn’t even gotten a small bite. Not one morsel. I wasn’t angry, but I was annoyed. I brushed it aside, cause surely he would want to taste me in the end, right? Wrong, after he ate his fill, this handsome man came to the bed, pushed the petals off, and laid down. I get it you can't really do the deed with them in the way, so I was ok with that. But when I went to lie down with him, he rolled over onto his side back facing me. It was a little jarring; I mean this is our anniversary, but I rubbed his shoulders. “Andreas? Don’t you want to touch me?” I wanted to be sexy, so I dropped my voice to a husky whisper. “To taste me? I want you to f**k me. Will you do that?” I wasn’t sure I heard right, but I swear it sounded like he sighed. He sighed at me! His girlfriend. Well, he rolled back over and pinned me to the bed. Just that action aroused me. I liked it rough, but I still liked foreplay even more. Which I did not get, mind you. To be frank, this part isn’t worth mentioning, but all he did was get on top of me and thrust several times before he spilled his seed. That bastard didn’t even put on a f*****g condom. Can you believe it? Once he finished, he rolled back onto his side and went straight to sleep. I know he was sleeping because I heard the soft snores. Mentally, I made a note to get Plan B in the morning. I lay there on the bed wondering if this was going to be the life I live. A s****l being such as myself? I had a few options; I could train him in the ways I wanted to be treated thus sticking it out hoping for the better, stick it out and just deal with this gawd awful s*x life, or I could leave. They say love isn’t everything. I hadn’t believed it until I was in this position. Yes, the s*x was subpar, but everything else was decent. s*x wasn’t everything for him, but it was enough for me. I swear I laid in that bed thinking until the sun greeted us to a new day. I was exhausted but my mind finally quieted down. I had made my decision. When Andreas woke up, he tried to cuddle me. I didn’t want my choice to be swayed and it would. “Good morning, beautiful.” “Andreas, we need to talk.” Yes, I know that most men dread hearing those words, but truthfully, they shouldn’t. Communication is important, and the only way to set boundaries or discuss things is to talk. He nuzzled into my side. “About what?” I will admit Andreas is a different kind of man. He didn’t mind when I would say that, rare as it was. “I don’t think this is working. We should break up.” That got him to sit up in bed. “What do you mean, break up? We just celebrated our second anniversary. Why do you want to break up? Is it because of last night? I was tired. It was a long day.” I cut him off. “No, Andreas. I thought long and hard about this. All night in fact. I love you, but we’re not compatible sexually.” “s*x isn’t everything.” “It’s not everything but to me, it’s just as equally important as everything else.” By then I was out of bed and getting dressed. If you think he was going to cling to me and beg me to stay. Then you’re wrong. He may have been an enlightened man or evolved but he would not stoop as low as to beg. “You can teach me. I can be better.” “Andreas, we’re young. We’ve wasted two years of time on something that isn’t working. Well, it works, but I don’t want to live a sexless life. Enjoy your freedom. If it’s meant to be then we will be. If not, then all I can say is I wish you a long and healthy life filled with happiness.” Once I was dressed, I was out the door. I thought I heard a sniffle of crying but what can I do? My happiness is just as important as his. Welp, it didn’t take long for the kids in our department to learn of our breakup. Of course, the department goddess and the campus prince would make waves. I hadn’t made it to my car before they bombarded me with text messages. Some from my friends, others from the idiotic girls whining about my supposed stupidity. I ignored them all. My choices didn’t affect them directly. Well, they kind of did. My being single, meant we were both back on the single scene and they had a chance to shoot their shot. For me, this would be the perfect time to go wild. I thought about it, briefly, but I had just two more semesters left and I wanted to be out before then. So, like a studious woman. I focused solely on my studies. Except for the occasional gossip I had heard, against my will, mind you, about Andreas. “Girl, you won’t believe the stories about Andreas. You know he’s such a stud that all the girls have been lining up to spend time with him. I heard he’s been having one nightstands like his life depends on it. Why’d you let him go, anyway?” If I was honest, I was angry. From all the gossip I had been hearing, he was a s*x god in bed. It aggravated me, but since I didn’t want anyone to know I was salty, I just smiled and nodded. “Well, some things are better left unsaid, am I right?” That so-called friend clicked her tongue. She was the one that actively wanted to seduce him but seeing as he and I were together, she befriended him instead. She was the ‘friend zone’ girl. Not that I believe in that, but that’s essentially what she was. Oh, I heard she had tried to get with him too, but he wanted nothing to do with her. Mostly, because she and I were supposed to be friends. Plus, it was too soon after a breakup to even think about dating someone close to me. Had he come and told me he wanted to spend time with her or if she asked if it was fine with me if they dated, I would have happily agreed. But they didn’t, so that was their problem. Time moved forward as it should and I gratefully finished school a semester early. Amazing right? Well, not that I’m going to brag or anything, but I deserved it. Instead of calling my friends to congratulate me, I was planning on going out. I survived the tediousness of studying and keeping to myself for just about four months. So, a night out alone was not only needed but well deserved. The only problem is I hadn’t thought I would run into Andreas. You know how every person does something stupid and has a lapse in sound judgment? That was what I had with Andreas. We found ourselves at the same bar off campus. I was rocking a leather jacket, sheer black camisole, and skintight leather pants. When I looked in the mirror, my body had fuckable written all over it. Smacking my ass I went out and enjoyed my freedom finally. So, I told you how we were at the same bat right? Well, he was actually on a date. I had seen the girl around campus before but we had never spoken to each other. She clung to him like a snake wrapped around its prey. I swear if she could hold on to him any tighter she would have melded them together. It was comical. I headed to the bar while they were sitting in a booth. The bar wasn’t crowded like it normally would be, but it was a weekday. Andreas, I assumed, saw me take a seat at the bar because when I looked around to see what, who, I could get into our eyes locked. It was brief but long enough for his reticulated python to squeeze him closer to her. I snickered, it really reminded me of a moment when I was a kid and went to a reptile zoo and saw that big beast of a snake. Not saying she intimidated me but that’s just the way she looked. Turning back in my seat I paid attention to the bartender. The guy was cute. I mean really cute. Giving him a smile, I was about to speak to him when Andreas had spoken sharply to the girl. “Can you get off me? Damn, you’re holding on to me so tightly I can't breathe.” She had said nothing, but I could hear her footsteps angrily stomp off. I still intended to talk with the bartender. Just as I smiled Andreas sat next to me. Did I make a noise? Yes, I did. “Ugh, all these seats and the one right next to me have to be taken by my ex.” He smiled. “If you didn’t want me to sit next to you then you shouldn’t have come to the bar dressed like that.” I should’ve ignored him. I started to ignore him but the fact that he tried to police my outfit grated on my nerves. “Considering you and I are not an item, and not once have I told you how I felt about you doing whatever you wanted. In fact, even if I didn’t want to hear about you they forced me to hear all about how amazing you were in bed. When I know for undeniable proof that you sucked.” I thought it was hard to see a black man blush but I was surprised when I saw his cheeks had a sheen to them. Maybe it was sweat. “It’s not like I wanted you to know about any of those things. Seems this was the only way our classmates could enact revenge on you for keeping me tied down for two years. Or for breaking up with me.” “Listen you asked me out. I ended, so continue dealing with it how you want. Now can you leave me alone, I graduated early and want to celebrate. Alone.” He must have been surprised. Because he clapped me on the shoulders. “Congrats, I thought you still had a year left. But you finished in a semester. Good job. We should drink to that.” I listened to the sound of his voice. It wasn’t condescending or angry. It was full of admiration. “One drink then you leave me alone.” Yeah, that’s what I said. One drink turned into two. Two into three. And three into several bottles. I could hold my liquor but Andreas, not so much. It was up to me to take him home, something I really didn't want to do. I wanted to stay at the bar and finally flirt with the bartender. Whether this was destiny, fate, or just plain bad luck. I helped him home. And I mean all the way home. I got in the cab with him and made sure he was safe to his door.