L’inevitable.

I knew it would happen sooner or later.  My one good, solid go-to guy and I had to have the conversation.  You know.  The one where we define what we are.

What a fucking buzz kill!  I loathe this stuff.

So I’ve been doing Barrel Chest (not regularly enough for me to not be seeking it elsewhere, of course) for a month now and, despite a moment where my distaste for thick body hair got the better of me I’ve been having a good time.  He’s really good at the psychology part of domination, he fucks like a rock star, and he’s a great kisser to boot, so I’ve been overlooking a thing or two.

He likes the dirty text message as a vehicle to entice me to him.  After praising me for a vocal performance while masturbating over the phone I was feeling good and enticed, dripping wet and about ready to jump in a car and hightail it over there as soon as possible.  Then he started talking about how he owns me.  I’m his.  That’s fine, that’s all part of our normal dom/sub routine.  Then he says “You’re not allowed to give anyone else so much as a glance.”  Record scratch.  What?

That totally pulled me out of the mood.  I fumbled along for a bit, said some idiotic, snarky drivel about putting some candles out next time I come over (because dammit he just doesn’t get setting the mood), then just stopped talking to him.  Then I get a message the next day saying we should have a talk.  I was at work, so I told him to call me later on.

He called me two hours after I asked him to (as if he has his very own copy of The Rules under his pillow) and started asking me questions about how I feel and who I’m seeing and what I want.  Once it was firmly established that I am not interested in a romantic relationship with him in any way he played an act of benevolence.  He just wanted to make sure I was okay and that I wasn’t looking for more than just a casual physical relationship.  Okay, buddy.  Whatever.  At the end of the conversation he said something like, “Well give me a call this weekend and let me know what’s going on with you.”  I told him I was kind of busy this weekend but I’d call him if any time opened up.  “Oh, so I’m just what you do when you have nothing else to do?” he said, half teasing, half really hurt.

Oh god.

I haven’t heard from him in almost a week.  Then out of nowhere, at 1:00 am on a Friday night I get “Hey there, hope your week went well. I just wanted to let you know that I will be overseas.  Heading out at the end of next week.  So if I don’t get back to you that is why.”

Oh god.  So I have to cut him off now, right?  Right?