he got back on monday afternoon and i met him at the tube station and brought him straight home to mine. he collapsed tired and hungry on my living room floor and he pulled me down and lay there making out for a while. i put him in the shower and ordered us some curry. we then spent the rest of the night eating, watching movies and fucking. in the morning i got up and made coffee and pancakes and then we spent the whole day doing the same again, eating, watching tv and fucking. it felt like we had been doing this for months and it was totally normal that we were holding hands and kissing and generally being wrapped around each other. that night he went out with his mates and then came home to me, where id ordered a pizza and gave him blow jobs on the sofa. he was going to leave on the wednesday night as i was going to go out. but when it got to about 8pm we decided another night in with food and fucking would be much more fun.
we talked about how and why this wierd little boring married life we were having was working. we are both really similar in our feelings and attitudes to sex and know that just cause we were acting like this, didnt mean we wanted to be together or do this any longer than we were. we liked the comfort and cosy funness of this gf/bf time but didnt want any more from each other. so when it came time for him to leave on the thursday we said our goodbyes and that we may see each other soon. since then we havent called or text each other. i think we both got everything we needed from our 4 days together and rather then being led on or leading someone on after one night of fake fun, our concious decision to take a boyfriend/girlfriend holiday has left me feeling all warm and satisfied inside.
