So Apparently I'm Bisexual

So funny thing about our relationship...we've both only ever dated men before. I was told stories of Autumn from last year. How she went through men like a sick person goes through tissues. She would use them and throw them away. At least that's how it was told to me. So it was interesting to see her in a more committed relationship when we first met. But that ended. Tragically. But that's the past!

Confessions of a Puppy

There are certain things that I take pride in, and one of those things was always the fact that no one could control me, and that in the relationship I was always the one with the leash (theoretically in some aspects, literally in others). You see, without meaning to, I seem to be a man-eater. Within a week I can have any man crawling on his knees and wrapped around my finger. Even after a relationship has ended, I have them still practically waiting on me. Even when I had a crush on someone, they would end up falling head over heels anyway, with little to no effort on my part. I know that it sounds amazing, but it got utterly boring. I am someone who likes the occasional argument, fight, and debate, so when the person I'm in a relationship with is a pile of Playdoh, willing to do anything I ask without question, my interests quickly go elsewhere. I often went from guy to guy, leaving one after 2 months maximum, capturing a new guy to suit my fancy.

Neither of us are currently wearing pants...

Do we have your attention? Good. Now then, it is currently a Saturday evening in Georgia, and as i said before, neither of us are currently wearing pants. This happens more often than is probably socially acceptable, but what the hell. Not that there's any smokey-hokey going on, we just simply don't really remain fully clothed around each other all the time. Often times Mariah simple isn't clothed at all. (though that's more my fault than hers). But lack of basic outer garments aside, this really isn't some literotica story, this is actually the story of how the two of us met. First, my side of the story.