Relationships are fail (but not mine)

The only thing I like about my relationship is the woman it's with. Seriously, she's amazing. She's a pretty redhead built like a brick shithouse. She's reasonable, way not into mind games or traps and she never criticizes me in public. Not even the mild rebukes I hear our couple friends make towards each other. I, of course reciprocate. Don't piss off the redhead.

I'd be a fucking moron to walk away from that, even if I had the guts.

But fuck I HATE relationships. The compromise, the emotional vulnerability, the monogamy. When we're apart I constantly fantasize about being single. About the chick on the bus this morning with the little black dress and the curly still-wet hair. Three years ago there would have been a grin and a hello there. Now I just try not to look.

But then I get a text message with a kiss. Then I get home to those soft pink lips and I think gilded cages aren't so bad if there's enough cushions. Double-D cushions.

Although frankly compromising is the more consistent grief. But this isn't a blog about compromising, is it? I've been meaning to dredge up some of my choice memories to entertain my readers. What about? Last Girl and the night and day difference between the first fuck and the second? The sub's ass I fucked while she was on her back and how I could feel the vibrating egg in her pussy through her body? The high energy chick whose face I gave its first cum glazing? Getting my dick sucked on the balcony of a side street apartment? What do you think?