So I went over to my fuck buddy’s place for a talk about
what happened last time we met. When I entered the place my fuck buddy looked
very contrite. He didn’t have the bubbly personality which he usually had. When
I went into the kitchen, he pulled me closer and said sorry and then hugged me
tightly. He said he never wants to make me feel that way again. I accepted his
apology.
I also said to him, that my reaction was not about them
being your friends but about him trying to make me socialise with them when he
knew that I was uncomfortable. He accepted this and knew where I was coming
from. We spent a very pleasurable night together… I stayed the night snuggling
with my fuck buddy – life was good.
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