For the good and the bad I'm single again. As far as break ups go this one was pretty decent.

Last night, I slept over at his place. Actually we didn't do much sleeping. We had one last marathon sex sessions. Physically, it might have been the best sex we ever had. We just kept having sex. He'd cum and we'd take a few minutes rest, then as soon as he could we'd go again. When I started to feel tired, he woke me up. I'm not even sure how many times I came but it seemed like a lot. He did wonders with his tongue.

We kept going, fucking, going down on each other, wanting to enjoy ever last minute until we couldn't go anymore. And when he came for a final time, I think we knew it was over. Not just the sex, but the relationship. The sex was good, but it felt empty. Sex alone couldn't hold together our relationship.

So, it's Friday night and I'm home alone. In the past, I'd satisfy myself but tonight I'm still feeling satisfied from Josh. My friend wanted me to come out with her tonight, but I was just in a mood to be alone. Maybe Saturday night I'll go out. Or maybe not.

I wouldn't say our sex life has died but compared to the first couple of weeks it's way down. Last night was the first time we slept together without having sex. And it was nice and sweet - he held me all night long but I'm beginning to lose interest in him.

I mean, I still like him but I don't think about him all the time anymore. I don't fiend for his body all the time anymore. I've started noticing other guys again. And I suppose this is normal for a relationship. Or maybe we burned ourselves out but I just don't see this lasting much longer.

Which sucks because Josh really is a great guy. Just not the guy for me. Plus, I'm going to miss him in bed too.

So things are still great with Josh even though we did have a few awkward moments last night.

After we had sex last night, we were just laying in the bed talking and he started asking about my sex history. And believe it or not I get a little nervous when I'm talking about some of the things I've done. I can never tell how a guy is going to react when I tell them I've had a lesbian relationship or that I tell I really don't know how many men I've slept with.

And that's exactly what Josh asked. At first I tried to avoid answering. Then he wouldn't believe that I didn't know how many guys I've had sex with. He was joking around about it. He told me he had been with fourteen girls. I told him I had been with a lot more guys than that. And I think that scared him a little at first. But then I started breaking it down. I told him that I think just in high school I had been with more than 14 guys. I told him about threesomes I had done in high school. Then I told him about the relationship I had in college. Then the one night stands. The drunk sex. The threesomes. And by then I think it was turning him on. And then I started telling him about some of the things I did after college and I started getting turned on remembering them.

And he started to rub me, then he fingered me as I told him details. And as I was telling him about Troy, my most recent ex. And by now he was ready to go again. He told me he had heard of things like that but never met a girl that had done them.

We had sex one more time. He was really hot, didn't last long but while he did, he was fucking me fast and hard.

Tonight started out really great - after work Josh stopped at my place to pick me up so we could go to dinner. Well the stop was a lot longer than we thought it was going to be. I wasn't ready when he got there so I invited him and he watched tv while I finished.

Well once, I was done we were playing around and he made me help him off of the couch. But instead of him getting up he pulled me down on top of him. Which of course led to my pants coming off. It started off as a quickie, I rode him as quick as I could because I was worried my roommate or her boyfriend would walk in at any moment. But after his first orgasm, we were just getting started. We ended up in my bed with him using his magic tongue on me. Bringing me to a very powerful orgasm then fucking me one more time.

After a quick nap, we put our clothes back on, I redid my hair and makeup again and we finally went out to dinner. But as we're going into the restaurant I swear I saw my ex walk in right before us. The guy I thought I was going to marry. They guy I left New York for. The guy who cheated on me and broke my heart. But I haven't seen him for sure for almost two years. I mean it looked just like him but besides a few random sightings I haven't seen him for two years so I'm sure he's changed some.

But even if it wasn't him it killed my mood. Usually, I can't stop talking. Tonight, I was mostly silent except when I was responding to Josh. He asked if something was wrong but I told him I was tired from work.

I didn't see him the entire time, I was there until we were leaving, and I saw him looking in a mirror looking at me. I wonder if I'll ever be totally over him. I remember I used to think dating someone else would help. I remember thinking having sex with someone else would help. Well, I've lost count of how many guys I've had sex since the last time he was inside of me and still can't get over that feeling.

So where do I begin. Friday night was the big date. We ended up just going out for dinner. I think we might've had plans but after a few glasses of wine - I forgot all about the movies.

He must think I'm the horniest girl ever because as soon as we got into his SUV I was all over him. My lips on his, my tongue exploring his mouth. My hands found their way into his pants. Then my lips found their way down to his cock. Twice he complained that the parking lot was too busy but he never tried to stop me. After he came we headed back to his place. It's kind of ironic because he lives in the same subdisvison as Mark.

We spent the right of the night in his bed. He returned the oral favors. And his tongue can do magic. I came not once, but twice before he was done.

And I was worried this his staying powers we're just because he was drunk last time - nope he has some pretty powerful self control. I didn't time it but I think it was a new record. And a lot of times with guys that last a long time, it can get boring. Not with him. I didn't have a moment to think - let alone get bored. He fucked me twice before we finally fell into some sort of coma.

And when I wasn't at work - we were together and most likely in bed. I couldn't get enough of him. It's been like that way now for four days. Whenever, we're not at work - we're fucking. I've lost count of how many times we've done it. And the only reason, I'm not fucking him right now is because I have to work early in the morning and I know if I slept over we wouldn't get any sleep. But right after work - we're hanging out again.

It's a lot of lust - but I think there's something more. We've spent a lot of time talking and it feels like I've known him for a longer than a week and a half. And I can say for sure that it's not going to be just a fling.

Well, I'm just stopping by right now. Between work and several marathon sex sessions with Josh - I've had very exhausting weekend. Don't worry, I'll post all the erotic details when I'm a little more awake.

So tonight, Josh and I talked for another couple hours. It's the third time we've talked for at least two or more hours. And I love every minute. He makes me laugh. He always has thoughtful things to say. And he makes me so hot.

Tonight, I wanted to ask him to come over. I need his cock inside me again. I know he would come over if I asked but I don't know. Instead, I'm going to wait until Friday night.

We're going on an official date. And I hope it ends back at my place or his. I'm so horny it isn't even funny. I don't even care if the date goes bad I'd still go home with him.

I should go now.

After the night with Josh, I really thought it was just going to be a one night stand. When he left I thought I was never going to see him again. But Monday night he called me and we talked - talked for more than three hours. I don't think I've talked to a guy for that long since high school. Or at least not when it didn't end up in phone sex.

I don't know where it's going though. I think I want to date him but the entire time we were on the phone he didn't mention anything about going out. I know I could've asked him out but I kind of thought he was going to ask me out so I held back.

But for tonight, I have my dildo and vibrator to keep me warm. And they'll satisfy me physically tonight.

It looked like my new years eve was going to be pretty dull. I didn't have any plans. I didn't have a date - things didn't go too well with "mr nice guy" and he's pretty much out of the picture.

I was really horny - around eight I was thinking about getting drunk then calling Troy. We could've fucked the new years in. I knew that would be a bad decision, it would've made things even more complicated but luckily I was saved.

One of my girl friends called me. She wanted to know if I wanted to go to some clubs after midnight. And when she found out I didn't have any plans she ordered me to go to a party she was already at.

When I got there - everyone was already pretty drunk. I felt pretty out place. And it didn't help that the only people I knew there was my friend and her boyfriend.

I must have looked like a pretty easy target because pretty quickly guys started talking to me and flirting with me. It was a lot of fun except one guy that was already too drunk got a little too forward. But a few less than subtle hints and he moved on to another girl.

But there was a really cute guy that I ended up talking to that wasn't too drunk. But we did end up getting pretty drunk together. By midnight, I was drunk. And at midnight we kissed.

My friend asked me if I wanted to leave - but I decided to stay and make out with my new friend, Josh.

I was drunk and really horny but I was hesitant about how far I should go with him. But I asked him if he wanted to go home with me. I told him it was just to sleep but I knew that it was going to lead to more.

And I wish I had cleaned my room before but he didn't seem to care about the clothes on the floor and the unmade bed.

At first it was kind of innocent. We kissed a couple of times but I think I could've fallen asleep but I decided to for it. I rolled on top of him and things got intense. I forgot that I was tired when I felt his cock push against me.

I forgot that I had only known him for a few hours. My clothes came off and so did his. There wasn't much foreplay more than some caressing, kissing and licking. I wanted him inside of me. And when he was deep inside of me it felt so good.

I'm sure the alcohol had something to do with it but he lasted forever. We started with me on top. We did doggy style, we did missionary. And I wish I had been paying attention to the time because I think it was somewhere between a half hour or an hour before I finally took him in my mouth. And it still took him a few minutes before he finally came.

We passed out after that. It was almost four in the morning.

I woke up the next morning - not regretting it like I sometimes to do. I woke up with a smile when I saw him lying next to me. I really hope it isn't just a one night stand but it if it is I can say I'm sexual satisfied for the moment.