Hello readers, the following is the introduction of my “relationship” with my past FWB. How we met and how it developed. I felt it would helpful to the reader to explain some of the background, even though it’s not very spicy initially. The Preface that I published is more of a “teaser”, and chronologically immediately follows Chapter 1. You can find that here:
https://.com/s/my-fwb-dom-experience-preface
You can either read it prior, or after reading Chapter 1. In the near future I will publish Chapter 2, which is the continuation of the Preface. It gets more spicy, I promise 😉
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I had been looking for jobs more related to my degree of accounting, but I had also applied to some other local jobs and interviewed and got the position as a hostess at the upscale restaurant where you worked. You were one of their managers. We first met the first day that I worked there.
I remember your smile that day but you seemed so focused on your work. Someone else hired me and you didn’t really become my supervisor until a few months later. I didn’t really know you at first but looking back I am sure you did notice me. I felt your looks at times.
After we started working together more you talked to me more, initially just brief “Hey’s” exchanged back and forth, but gradually led to short conversations. You were always busy but it felt like you took a few minutes here and there to talk to me and we learned more about each other. Stuff about work, life, where we went to school and other jobs we had.
You knew I had a bf then and you asked sometimes how that was kapaklı escort going, and you mentioned your marriage was falling apart,and I tried to be there for you. I didn’t know what to say many times but I listened. I think all you wanted was to vent to and get it out. Slowly we became friends, and I didn’t feel uncomfortable around you like I had with other men. I felt like you had my back if I needed it. If I had a bad day you were there. You had many bad days and I listened and said what I could to help.
Over the next year we stayed friends. As time went on I didn’t really talk to you about what was going on with Tyler and I, and the turmoil in my head of whether to end it or salvage it. I should have. Maybe I worried you would take advantage of it. Maybe I just wanted to work it out on my own. But I remember the day I told you about the breakup. I was hurting inside, and other than my mom you were the only one close by to lean on. You hugged me tightly and told me it would all be ok. I felt the sincerity of your hug and words.
The days we worked together you would greet me asking how I was holding up. I slowly opened up to you more and more, and as time went on you started texting me. You wanted to check on me to see how I was doing, and it felt good knowing someone cared and that you were there if I needed someone to talk to. I knew you were going through the battle with your ex over the divorce. but you put that aside so that you could listen to me. We were both hurting inside. You were still my boss but I could tell we both wanted to keep work separate karabağlar escort from our friendship.
I slowly came out of my grief over Tyler, and we started making the texting light and more friendly again. We kind of talked about relationships and somehow it turned to the topic of sex. You became very interested in my past sex life, and somehow with you it felt ok talking about it. You wanted to know a lot: who I had sex with, how it was, what I liked about sex, and what I didn’t like.
You talked some about your sex life, before and after you met your wife, and how it wasn’t great with her especially after you had your son. You told me what you liked, what you fantasized about, and what you wished you had gotten to try. I think you felt like you were getting older and never had the chance to be the man you wanted to be sexually.
What we talked about sounded interesting to me and I started thinking of you more in sexual terms. The way that you viewed sex, how you wanted to please the woman you were with, ways of trying bondage but in fun playful ways. Maybe I could be that person you were talking about. You were 18 years older than me and that intimidated me some. But something was drawing me in. You were saying things I had never thought about before and no one I had been with before had a view of sexuality like you did.
You talked about romance and intimacy some, but what really stood out was all of the other aspects opposite to that. I couldn’t see us ever being romantic and falling in love. But I could see trying something I never tried karabük escort before. I never had that kind of “friend” before, to make my body available to being pleasured in the way you described. I wanted to feel that kind of pleasure, and I started to feel safe, and that maybe it could work out. You had always been the gentleman, never making me feel cheap or slutty. You flirted lightly but respectfully. You complimented me in a way that I enjoyed. You knew my soul.
We started talking about the possibility of eventually meeting, but I was still unsure. My instinct was to be cautious. You never forced me, but you assured me it would be amazing if it happened. I could sense you wanted to do all of this badly with me, but I never felt forced.
In our conversations about our sexual experiences you asked brought up the question “Bethany, I have to ask, have you ever squirted?”
“No, I never have, but I have heard of it.”
I thought that only some women could do it. Some things I read said it was somewhat a myth but I wasn’t sure completely. I knew I had a g-spot; I could feel at times a difference if it was rubbed there more than usual when I was really turned on. But I wasn’t really sure if it was completely related to squirting. You said that you thought most women could, but that they just didn’t know how or had it done correctly.
“Would you be open to trying it if we ended up meeting?” you asked during that text conversation.
“I guess so,” I texted back with a huge blush over my face, not sure if we would ever get that far. I thought to myself at the minimum it would be pleasurable trying at least.
Our talks excited me, and I thought more and more about meeting you finally. I stayed awake many nights trying to imagine what it would be like.
I couldn’t take it anymore, so with a deep breath I typed, “Ok, let’s meet.”