Mr. Got Me Fucked Up/Drowndeep Hula- Updated

It's been quite some time since I have been on here but I had to come back and re-read some posts I wrote because I was thinking about some things. I was on Facebook and saw that Mr. Got Me Fucked Up/Drowndeep Hula got married. I knew he was but I haven't really spoken to him in a while. He'd reached out a little ways back to say hey and that was about it but I was already off him by then. When I knew he was getting married it made me feel a way and I knew that I wouldn't see him again. I didn't post about our last encounter but it was juicy like the previous one. I had stayed the night with him this time and in the morning we got up, showered, did the get ready to go to work thing because that's where he was going and I can't remember where the hell I was going. I was packed and ready to go as was he and I'm asking what time he had to go because I would've waited. He said "Oh...you can go."

*slams on breaks*

Wait...what?

He had completely dismissed me like he left me money on the night table. He saw the look on my face and immediately apologized saying that he didn't mean it like that. Too late. I was already offended. I left. Pissed as fuck.

What had happened later on after a few weeks was that I had found out that he was in NYC and didn't hit me up. It didn't have to be about fucking so I let him know that. I had seen him before while he was here and we kicked it out and about in SoHo - so it was kinda like really? So me being me had that conversation with him. Dude, I'm actually pretty fucking cool to hang out with so it was real lame of you to not hit me up because you wanted to go ahead and do that whole engaged and marriage thing. I mean really?

He apologized and said that he agreed and that the next time he was in town we should go get a drink.

Negative.

The fact that I even had to say that shit is the end of everything.

So I fell all the way back feeling like there was really nothing to be said...especially from the "You can go" shit. I reread my last post about him and was reminiscing and shit until I realized a few things along with seeing his wedding pics. I wish him well I suppose. Just makes me feel like he had no regard to how I may have felt about anything is all.

Oh well.

F*cking Into love

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I’ll be married for two years in two months, so I decided to surf the net to find a special place for my husband and I to celebrate our anniversary. I was so engrossed in my search that I didn’t notice someone standing near me. A business card floated past my computer screen and landed on my keyboard. Confused, I lifted my head and saw the back of a man as the door closed behind him. I picked up the card and read loud enough for my ears only, "Michael Ansare, Accountant." I was still unsure as to why he would leave his card with me until I turned it over and read the note on the back. "I'd love to take you out. You’re beautiful." Quickly recovering, I dropped the card in my cash drawer and looked around to see if anyone noticed my nervousness.

Seemingly out of nowhere, my co-worker appeared "He’s a friend of mine. He’s been asking about you for months now, I told him you were married but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s married too." I faked annoyance and said, "Well, that’s rude. He knows I’m married, but still tries to pursue me? And he’s married, too? No way!" Embarrassed, my co-worker turned and walked away.

About a week later, after seeing him two more times and playing the devoted wife, I broke down and called him. I was curious about what this man wanted from me.

Two days later, I found out as I was bent over the seat of his truck being licked from behind. My dress was pushed up around my waist and my ripped thong was somewhere on the dashboard. We were headed home from dinner when he pulled into the parking lot of a dark, secluded park. I was nervous, but our conversation over dinner had me wet. He told me to climb into the backseat and while I was in motion, he hiked up my dress, squeezed my ass and ripped my thong off, all in one smooth motion. The next thing I knew, he spread my ass cheeks and his tongue made figure eights from my chocolate star all the way to my pearl. Waves of pleasure washed over me and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I forced my way back to the front passenger seat and straddled him. I wasted no time grabbing his engorged tool and directing it toward my opening. He let out a string of profanities and ended it by telling me how tight I was. He held my hips and raised me up slightly, only to slam me back down on him. I was a tsunami at this point, dripping wet. I needed to regain control of this situation, so I removed his hands from my hips and held them above his head while I used my hips to lift and lower myself onto him. Someone was screaming, almost howling. When I opened my eyes, I realized that someone was me and I was on the brink of exploding into a million pieces. I tried to slow my pace, tried to calm myself...but the tool was just too damned good.

He freed his hands and massaged my love button, breaking my concentration. This man was reading my body too easily. He knew I was losing control, and he did everything in his power to make sure it stayed lost. I fought it, but I loved it. Heat ripped through my body, starting at my toes and it didn’t stop until I felt like steam was coming from my ears. As my deaths released me, I could feel him swelling inside of me. He grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth down onto his as climax shook his body and he pumped up into me with such force, that another orgasm shook me to my very core. Our mouths still touched as he whispered, "I knew you were what I was looking for."

Tears streamed down my face as I straightened my clothes and said, "Perhaps, but this can never happen again. I have to get home."