So I have a sex slave. That is I could have a sex slave. It's what she wants. To be my filthy dirty whore. To me, the odd thing is the "be my" part is important point. She doesn't want to be a filthy dirty whore unless it she is being whorish for me.
We aren't dating. We are just friends. Or we were. Now that we've started fucking ... who knows how it will end. Of course the shared thoughts on fuck buddy relationships is that it never ends well. Especially when I know she is in love with me. But we've talked. She knows I don't date. Especially I won't be dating her. She seems ok with it. Most likely she thinks if she goes along with the pretending not to care if we don't date, I'll fall in love with her or something. That's not happening. It's a dangerous game for sure.
I am not an intimidating man. I'm basically a dorky white guy. Almost cripplingly dorky. Painfully dorky. Yet there is something about me that brings out the closet freak. Even my fuck buddy's friend who was visiting from Denver and really only met me briefly apparently said that she could tell I was a little freak just by looking at me. This is the friend that, if I do deiced to play master to the slave, I plan on having join in some of our games.
This all presents so many possibilities and yet I can't really get into it yet. I'm just not that attracted to my friend as a romantic lover. As a friend she is great. And a pretty decent fuck. Plus it's hard to not enjoy a girl who is willing and wants you to do (almost) anything you can imagine to her. Who begs to suck your cock of her on her own impulses.
I guess we'll just have to see what happens when I get back home.