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That Time with Belly Dancer

No more fuck boys.

By Ashara ArmandPublished 6 years ago 5 min read
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Photographer: Thomas Sing
“How you love your precious guilt...” - Lestat de Lioncourt.

I remember seeing him on Facebook, he added me a week before I came to this party. I saw him across the room, watching him through a mirror. He danced exquisitely to the music and I was tempted to join him.

The temptation was on the menu. He was actually shorter than me. I had never really liked that, I had a bad experience with a guy some years before. So I swore I would never try with a short guy ever again. This belly dancer had changed that. I watched him on the dance floor, I had been encouraged to join the crowd, our eyes met briefly. I smiled at him and he smiled at me. It was an instant connection. We did not speak, but I came home to message him to compliment him on his talents. He replied the next day and I was happy to receive his message. I told him I was a photographer I was an amateur really but I was good enough to take photos. I wanted to do something new, I wanted to meet new people that were outside of my usual circle. We talked for about a month through text. One night I reached out to him because I was bored and saddened, I had a guy dump me over the phone because he was having a personal issue. I took it well enough, I wished the guy well and I was not even angry. The sadness kicked in a few hours later. I was brave enough to face it without calling this dude and cursing him out. I was trying to break out of old habits and promote change.

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I wanted to be different from how I was in the past. I was always so bitter after a breakup. So, I mourned to myself and quietly accepted my life as a single woman. I was OK with that. However, I was discussing it with the belly dancer. He offered comfort and I was grateful for his kindness to me.

We started flirting suddenly. I was excited it would get my mind off of the negative things I was feeling. I wanted to feel something else than being depressed over another failed relationship. I wanted to be free of that and I would move forward without addressing my sadness of people that were not worth my time. It was OK to be a beast. It was OK to find comfort even if it was just a few hours. I was always one to face my issues but something clicked that night. I was talking with this guy, enjoying his company over the internet, until he decided to call me through Facebook. The call dropped suddenly, I was annoyed because the phone was being lame. He called back and we began to speak to each other. His voice was raspy and inviting and I liked it. He complimented my pictures and thought I was pretty. The one thing he enjoyed the most about me was my blunt humor. It was refreshing. He was the first person to actually laugh at my morbid jokes without giving me invisible fucking sneer.

The conversation grew deeper; he spoke about wanting to fuck me. I was taken back by it, but I wanted a new experience. So, I replied with my own desire to fuck him.

Why not right?

It was lust at first sight when we met in the train station. He was so cute in person. He had beautiful dark curly hair, almond-shaped eyes, and a supple mouth. I liked it. He was short, it was cool though. He brought me to his place, he lived with a family. It was weird arriving in the early hours of the morning to get dick. But I wanted dick. I wanted to feel better and he was perfect for my need.

So, he took me to back room we tried to be quiet walking into the room apparently his brother was in the next bed with his boyfriend sleeping. I was a little freaked out. But he had a tent. Yes, a fucking tent. With a little bed. I was a tad taller than him I was not sure if I was going to fit in this fucking structure. To my surprise I could fit, I was happy. We sat together in the tent and spoke to each other. We were glad to meet face to face. One thing led to another, he started kissing me. He pulled down my panties and slide his cock inside of me. He thrusts deep inside of me, and I start moaning loudly. I was afraid to wake up his brother and his partner. But they were rocks, thank god. The first section was quick.

I could see why he was a belly dancer, he packed a mean punch. It was hot though, he fucked me so good that I could not help but cry out in pleasure. I was excited, the feeling between us was raw and passionate. We did it a lot that day, we had sex on and off for twelve hours. We got so tired that we fell asleep each other's arms. But we got woken up when his family questioned him about who I was. How he was an asshole to bring a girl into the house. Also, the fact he has had a girlfriend. I was aware in the beginning but they decided they were not together, and he was sad. I offer to be with him, I suppose I was in love with his dick and not him.

We spent a month or two together, it was hot at first but then it got boring, I felt confined. So we parted ways after time and time again of meeting up. We would not often speak but suddenly he would be the first to reach out. The experience was really cool. It taught me about things I want and do not want. I want passion but I don't need a fuck boy in my life.

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About the Creator

Ashara Armand

Greetings! I enjoy writing and I hope that one day I can share some of my experiences!

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