I lied to an old friend. Maybe I shouldn’t have, But this was one of the rare situations where I looked in her pretty brown eyes and boldly lied to her. She is a very sweet young lady. Beautiful inside out & intelligent. She’s got that full feminine figure and all woman. The kind of body I like to wake up next to and have on my playground every day & nite. She is a career woman and successful too. Have I painted a perfect picture of her yet? Because I can and it won’t be lies.
For years, our gears were engaged & locked and we had a helluva relationship. Our friends loved our beautiful relationship & strangers would always say we look good together. I must add, I treated her very well & she loved the hell outta me.
I decided one day that we had to go our separate ways, and started giving her reason to not like me.
You see, we were good together and the sex was great. When I put in work, sex was off the hinges! (I’m a good plumber. References available on request). It was a totally different story when she took charge. We talked about it; I encouraged her to find her most comfortable positions for efficient rides. We worked at it together but didn’t over-do it.
This is a lady that loves to dance and will blaze a dance floor with her numerous good moves. She radiates all this sex appeal and talks a good talk when it comes to sex. She can talk up a good game, make any man want her and wonder where she’s been all his life. I loved the flirt in her and when she got to talking about things she would do to me & with me, my head always made me drop whatever I was doing to go be with her. Come game time, she’s highly dependent. The smooth & fluid waist movements never make it anywhere beyond the dance floor. That was a problem for me. I love my job but I gotta have a vacation every now-and-then.
Fast forward to post break-up era. During a casual conversation, she asked me. “So, was I good in bed?” I said “of course you were!” with all conviction. I added a few more strings to the lies. “Remember how I used to love it when you’d switch pace on me and knock me off my rhythm? That always made me cum. And that reverse cowgirl! You got real good at that very quickly. Why do you ask anyway?” She said “Nothing. Just curious”
I lied because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I lied because I didn’t want to strap her with baggage from our relationship onto her next.
Is there a better way I could have handled this? How do you tell a woman who believes she’s got the best stuff ever, with skills to match, that her stuff is the sweetest but she lacks skills?
Arent women supposed to know if their stuff is good or bad and if they have skills or not?