Andrew: you're so f**n hot, you should be in my bed
Me: lol Hey Andrew, how's it going?
Andrew: wyd? I want to see you! how are you?
Andrew is 6'1. His profile photos are mostly of him at a wedding in a suit. He looks good in a suit and he is definitely a tall guy. Finally, a tall one! And I need to emphasise the "finally" because these men are really out here being Pinocchio with their 5'10 and above lies. SMH. Andrew is persistent and doesn't shy away from the fact that he wants to get it on. I can already tell he's no rookie in the bedroom from how he's messaging me. After one week of messaging, we make plans to meet on Saturday afternoon. Unfortunately, I am hungover from the night before, where I had gone to a concert. Andrew continued his persistence despite my poor state. I willed myself out of bed and had a long hot shower in the hopes that my better judgement returns in time for this date. I got ready and made an effort with my outfit. Yes, I wore black lingerie because Andrew wanted me to wear this and I thought why not, I've never worn lingerie and why not tonight?
I arrive at his house, it's quite a cold night. I called him to come out to the road so I know it's not a catfish. We meet at his front gate and hug. He then lens in to kiss me. I was now more nervous. We get inside his house and he's giving me a tour. It's a beautiful home and he lives alone. Allegedly haha and I say allegedly now because so many men are so full of shit with their lives. But for the sake of this story, Andrew lives alone with his big dog that I never get to meet because Andrew is practically hands on the cheeks guiding me to his bedroom. It's nice and clean except he's in grey sweatpants and a white tee. Like, come on, at least put in a little effort for me since I'm wearing lingerie. I give him my awkward nervous smile and he says to me "you know I'm going to destroy you right?".
Before I know it we're making out and he's on top of me, full of passion. I can feel how hard he is and I'm saying in my head, oh shit it's about to go down and I haven't had time to settle in. He's undressing me and I'm trying to calm my nerves. He stops and asked if I'm ok, I assured him I was fine. Maybe he could sense the nerves while he was all over me. Before he slipped it in, I gasped at the size. There was no shortage of his member. Quite the abundance of it. Nah, I'm being humble, it was the biggest I'd seen up until this point. He knew he was big and he owned every inch of it. He definitely knew how to use it too. He's flipping me around and we're both enjoying every moment. After we finished, we tidied up and showered then got back into bed to chat. We're talking about how fun that was and then he starts asking me about what I do for work. I asked him the same in return and then he tells me the truth, he is unemployed because of something that went down at his previous job. He works in the banking industry. He's telling me about how he had to sell his Mercedes AMG. I think that was him flexing his car. He's upset that it's taken him months to try find a job. And naturally the fixer in me wants to know more. He's explaining his job hunting journey and I'm trying to understand how he hasn't landed anything yet given how experienced he is. And what did I do next, yes, I asked to see his resume so we could work through it together. This man just pounded the hell out of me and now he's leaning on my shoulder all puppy face hugging me while I'm analysing his resume to see how I can rescue this man that has me dickmitised. Now he's showing me his electricity and gas bills and asking if he's on a good plan because it's his first time living alone and his Mama did everything for him previously. Lucky for him I'm an independent woman and know how to run my damn house and hold my own. I gave the poor sucker some tips and signed him up to my staff discount for electricity and gas. Yes, I was giving him my employee discount. Why? Because I felt sorry for him. I genuinely wanted to help him. And also, low key get rewarded with some perks, if you know what I mean.
The weeks that followed, I was updating Andrew's resume and looking on job boards, sending him links to job opportunities. What I didn't see coming was the misery. All his misery! I was now his recruiter, shrink and pleasure spot. I know, I know, I could've easily just blocked him and moved on but I actually liked Andrew in a friendly way but also found him attractive. I thought it's ok I can deal with all this mundane bullshit. But the misery continued, until he found a job. Which took 5 months! Yes, 5 long months of unemployment and me being his outlet. To celebrate his new job that he had already started and been in for 3 months, we had mind blowing sex. I couldn't even enjoy the post sex come down because he was back to whinging about his new job not being great. He wasn't happy. He's saying 2024 is the worst year of his life. And I just want to enjoy some peace and quiet for 5 minutes before I make an excuse to leave. I stayed for an hour to hear him out and now I'm massaging his shoulder because it's been giving him so much aches and he hasn't been able to sleep. I told him this is purely a massage and that there is no happy ending. He frowned. I purposely went a bit harder than I should've with the massage but I was over the misery. Why couldn't he just put on some Netflix and relax. I could feel all the tension in his shoulders as I massaged Mr Miserable. He's getting excited the longer I massage him. I am completely turned off at this point because I am tired. He wants to go again, I said I had to leave. We kissed goodbye and I left. On the drive home, I felt drained and not relaxed like last time we slept together. I was realising how draining it was being around him and just most interactions with him. Andrew was not a man of intimacy. He was purely about hitting that ass. Total opposite to my preference however I rolled with it because despite how good he was in bed, it wasn't fulfilling for me anymore. The outside of the bedroom extra curricular activities helping his ass wasn't balanced. He quit that job and guess what? Yes, we're right a back to recruitment services. I am updating his resume again and looking for jobs. I am also dealing with my own work issues and wanting to leave my job so he thought hey we could job hunt together. Except his ass knows nothing about my line of work so he can't exactly help me. Weeks go on and he's unloading all his sorrow and dissatisfaction with every little thing onto me via text. So many texts. And thanks to me, he finds his new job! Yes, I did it again for him. At this point, the sex is no longer a reward highly sought after. He will be remembered for being one of the biggest I've ever experienced. A friendship is all I can offer, my recruitment office is permanently closed to Mr Andrew. Hopefully we don't run into each other on a night out because I can't promise I will keep to my word!
.png)
Comments