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Love to Hate You Baby
My friend J and I are fighting. It started when I got pissed at him on my birthday and has escalated into something completely out of control. I told him no matter what he tried, he could never get me to hate him. I had intended for him to view that as loyalty. He seems instead to have viewed it as a challenge. I've got to tell you, he's got mad skills when he puts his mind to something.
So here's the problem: I am so fucking horny for him right now. Really. He has never been as attractive to me before as he is right now. He refused to even look at me last night when I was out, and it just made me want to drag him into the bathroom and fuck his brains out. But I didn't think that would go over well. It's not the first time this has happened either. Hate sex is my favorite.
I think for most people, at least most of the ones I've talked to, hate and sex don't go together. Vixen and S have both told me that when they dislike someone or are extremely angry with someone they don't want to be touched by that person at all. It makes sense and I'm pretty sure that is normal. But I just can't identify with it.
Some years ago I worked in the office of a small manufacturing company. The maintenance foreman there was an ornery bastard all the time. He didn't particularly get along with anyone, but he especially didn't get along with me. There were some things I needed every department head to turn in to me every week. Every single week his paperwork was late. And every single week I'd have to chase him down in the plant to get what I needed. I became very adept at ambushing him all over the building, which he hated. He would rant and rave about how he had more important things to do and I would yell back that he was welcome to explain that to the people who worked under him when they didn't get a paycheck the following week. Putting us in the same meeting was like storing matches next to a powder keg.
It's a long and not at all sexy story about how we got there so I'll skip that part, but we ended up having a torrid affair up until I left to go to another company. I would show up at his house at about 8 or 9 and we would fuck all night. He had drawers full of interesting toys and a mean streak to match his attitude problem. I would leave there around 4 in the morning when he got up to get ready for work. I was usually pretty bruised up and sometimes bleeding. In return he was covered in bite marks and scratches, which occasionally were also bleeding. Nothing ever changed at work; we still couldn't stand one another. And we didn't do much talking when we were alone. But we both had a thing for angry sex and getting together every week to make hate to each other suited us both just fine. When I left the company I never spoke to him again. I look back on it as some of the best sex of my life.
I don't know if J is like this. I suspect he is not and it's not a good time to ask. Which is too bad really; he can be pretty volatile when he's angry, which just ends up filling my head with visions of getting tossed around like a ragdoll and yelled at until his fury is spent and my desire sated. I think it would be amazing. I know it would take the edge off. Instead I'll stay home tonight and start a friction fire under my blankets. Thank God for batteries in 48 packs from Costco.
Anyone else out there have a thing for the hate sex?
So here's the problem: I am so fucking horny for him right now. Really. He has never been as attractive to me before as he is right now. He refused to even look at me last night when I was out, and it just made me want to drag him into the bathroom and fuck his brains out. But I didn't think that would go over well. It's not the first time this has happened either. Hate sex is my favorite.
I think for most people, at least most of the ones I've talked to, hate and sex don't go together. Vixen and S have both told me that when they dislike someone or are extremely angry with someone they don't want to be touched by that person at all. It makes sense and I'm pretty sure that is normal. But I just can't identify with it.
Some years ago I worked in the office of a small manufacturing company. The maintenance foreman there was an ornery bastard all the time. He didn't particularly get along with anyone, but he especially didn't get along with me. There were some things I needed every department head to turn in to me every week. Every single week his paperwork was late. And every single week I'd have to chase him down in the plant to get what I needed. I became very adept at ambushing him all over the building, which he hated. He would rant and rave about how he had more important things to do and I would yell back that he was welcome to explain that to the people who worked under him when they didn't get a paycheck the following week. Putting us in the same meeting was like storing matches next to a powder keg.
It's a long and not at all sexy story about how we got there so I'll skip that part, but we ended up having a torrid affair up until I left to go to another company. I would show up at his house at about 8 or 9 and we would fuck all night. He had drawers full of interesting toys and a mean streak to match his attitude problem. I would leave there around 4 in the morning when he got up to get ready for work. I was usually pretty bruised up and sometimes bleeding. In return he was covered in bite marks and scratches, which occasionally were also bleeding. Nothing ever changed at work; we still couldn't stand one another. And we didn't do much talking when we were alone. But we both had a thing for angry sex and getting together every week to make hate to each other suited us both just fine. When I left the company I never spoke to him again. I look back on it as some of the best sex of my life.
I don't know if J is like this. I suspect he is not and it's not a good time to ask. Which is too bad really; he can be pretty volatile when he's angry, which just ends up filling my head with visions of getting tossed around like a ragdoll and yelled at until his fury is spent and my desire sated. I think it would be amazing. I know it would take the edge off. Instead I'll stay home tonight and start a friction fire under my blankets. Thank God for batteries in 48 packs from Costco.
Anyone else out there have a thing for the hate sex?
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
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