‘Fuckbuddy’ isn’t a very good term. It’s coarse, and ‘buddy’ sounds like someone you high-five during a sports game.

I should give him a name here, but he’s been my fuckbuddy for so long that it seems a little late for a change. Outside of Paul, he’s the only man who knows most, if not all, of my secrets. He was around before, during, and after I worked in fetish. He watched me develop my base of patrons. Every once in a while, he calls to make sure I’m not doing something reckless, usually by quoting clips from the New York Post as warnings (“Jane – slip up just once and that’ll be you!”). We endured a sexless friendship when I tried monogamy, and when neither of us was getting laid, he provided a hard cock for my enjoyment.

Fuckbuddy’s cock is unbelievable. It’s thick, incredibly solid and strong, and beautifully shaped. He’s wired with a little extra testosterone so he’s prone to roleplay and dirty talk and exaggerated male/female dynamics. In other words, he fucks really hard, he throat-fucks, he throws me around the bed like a ragdoll. I say he watches too much porn – he doesn’t care. If we weren’t friends, I’d probably treat him as some disposable thug.

The challenge we’ve faced has been our mutual selfishness. I like his cock – I like it in my hands and I like it in my mouth, but I especially like it deep in my pussy. But fuckbuddy is crazy for having his cock sucked, disproportionately so. And it’s good – there’s no doubt it’s good – because we’ve somehow orchestrated the routine to result in one swift thrust into the depths of my throat right when he needs to deposit his come and right when I crave a little asphyxia. It works well. It annihilates us both. But my pussy gets neglected in the process.

I remember throwing down with him one afternoon and wrestling over whether he was going to penetrate my pussy or my mouth. I’d roll on top and he’d flip me immediately, pinning my wrists under his shins with his cock poised at my lips. I’d have to bark my demands and refuse oral entry to get fucked, which would only raise his testosterone level and prolong our hand-to-hand, hand-to-cock combat. But then, he’s among the men I’ve actively aggravated just so I’d end up facedown in some highly compromising judo hold. It’s been a while since I’ve done that.

Well, it’ll come soon enough.