Mr. Bright Idea aka The Ice Man

See now, I love great sex. Who doesn't? But great sex can scare the shit outta me because of the simple fact that I don't want to become addicted to a dick. I need to be able to detach at a moments notice. So this new one comes along. The first time we had sex - it was at his house and he was chasing me around with the dick...like he was obsessed with the pussy. I was like ok, I get it, you love it. Cool. The overall sex that night was cool. Nothing super spectacular, no fireworks...just lots of sweat. He was kinda rough - smackin' my ass MAD hard... hands a tad too tight around my neck... I chucked it up to the fact that maybe he hadn't had any in a while, or maybe he was just mad excited.

Bleh.

I digress.

Fast forward to the second time we had sex.

It seemed to be really emotional and shit and I have no idea where the fuck that came from. He wanted me to look him in his eyes and shit and I'm like WTF for??? Just fuck me! Apparently he thought it was "cute" when I fell asleep on his chest.

What the fuck ever. I don't love these hoes.

Moving on to the last time we had sex. I found myself pressed up against my bathroom door with my pants being yanked off of me.

Here we go with this rough shit again.

So he gets on his knees and proceeds to have a conversation with my clit. Cool. Not the best of em, but hey, do what you need to do. He suddenly jumped up and pushed me into the bedroom and onto the bed.

He was definitely turnt up. Then I remembered, He had just had a few shots of Jack.

At some point he had put a condom on and climbed on top of me and proceeded to ram his cock in me like he had a point to prove. I wasn't amused, nor impressed. He jumped up out of bed and walked out of the room and I heard him go in the fridge. He comes back and I hear him playing with ice.

First of all. I don't like ice.

I don't chew it, barely use it, and hate it and anything cold next to my body like that.

"I don't like ice."

"Turn over."

"What did I just say? I DON'T LIKE ICE."

This motherfucker flips me over and proceeds to run ice down my spine. FUCKING FAIL.
My body tenses up in shock to the point that I can't even speak. With his other hand he takes an ice cube and tried to stick it in my pussy. Meanwhile, I'm feeling these fucking ice cubes melt...onto my fucking sheets.

I fucking flipped over screaming.

"I TOLD YOU I DON'T LIKE FUCKING ICE!!!!!!"

He stops what he's doing and sits up and looks at me through the darkness. I look back at him. He gets up and takes the remainders of the cubes to the bathroom.

I was shivering, mad my sheets were wet, and all the way turned off.

I turned over and fell asleep and when I awoke the next morning, he was gone.

I shot him a text telling him how I felt about that when I got up the next morning citing how I felt about his fucking shenanigans and how I didn't like his unnecessary roughness. Of course he wanted to talk about it but that shit got him offed.