There was a guy I was involved with for many years and I guess you could call him a boyfriend. We had great sex together, but pretty much nothing else. All of the relationship “parts” sucked and we constantly fought. But fucking we could do at the drop of a hat. Typically I consider him my fuck buddy.

The sex was awesome, sometimes it was the classic “make up” sex and sometimes it was angry sex. I think we both had our own little addiction to each other and it’s because our sex was so great. It was never a painful relationship although there was some hurt involved. We just simply had nothing solid between us and I don’t know that it even matters at the end of the day.

I got together with him when I was 19, and he was ten years older then me. Neither of us really seemed to want the simple life of commitment or marriage. It was a little turbulent at times but always hot.

We spent nearly ten years fucking, making attempts at a normal relationship, cheating on one another etc. It was always about the smut. He liked hearing stories of me with other men sometimes. Occasionally it drove him into jealousy but that also turned him on. I have never known another man driven by his dick as much as him. With a hard on he would do anything I said and since I spent such a long time involved with him – I am sure it shaped many of my sexual tastes.

Now we are no longer having sex, we chat occasionally but more like friends therefore the essence of the relationship lost the only substance it had. Many of my stories include him, his reactions, or even some of my great sex adventures with him. You’ll often catch me referring to him as The Boyfriend, even though he was…. he also wasn’t. He will actually love reading this journal once I have added a few more stories, particularly some of our experiences together.