Hot kiss, won't you tell me what you miss boy.

I've decided to not make this blog all about my past but instead what's to come. However to fill in all the gaps I'm gunna do 3 posts over the three main sexual relationships/misdemeanour's in my life. So lets start with...
Army Boy
Army boy was a sweet friend of a friend who I liked from the word go. However, despite endless nights flirting and grinding against him, I just couldn't get him to kiss me. It took until one stifling hot September night in a dodgy club where our tongues finally found one another. Now he was the kinda boy who knew just how much to move his head during a deep kiss, knowing how to move his tongue and what to do with his hands (however it turned out later that his handy work was less impressive unfortunately). Man that boy could kiss. Finally a chance meeting in a bar after two months without seeing each other led to a supervised drunken stumble home by Army Boy in the heavy, pouring rain. We ended up having to stop off at his to dry off, which instead led to a drunk but lovely shag on a washing machine. Shame it wasn't turned on that may have added to it. However, Army boy decided he no longer wanted to know or speak to me. Apparently I was too forward for him, too sexually charged. So things fizzled out. That's when I met Boiler boy(will be in a later post) and he filled that man shaped hole in my head for a while. After things turned sour with him, Army Boy wondered back into my life. Leaving my New Years party he kissed me deeply as he left, we then decided to start organising a mutual friends surprise birthday party via texting. I left for Berlin for a week in February, whilst I was away the texts began to become flirty telling me how much he missed me and eventually became dirty. I came home the day before valentines and he asked me to go out on a date, until he realised other girls who would be out would assume we were together, well that couldn't be happening now could it.
I eventually put everything aside about how I felt about him and just ran with it. Again, a supervised drunken walk home by Army boy led to an intense but overall disappointing shag. We made it to my house however, due to strict catholic parents our heated, highly sexual snogging couldn't be taken up to the bedroom. So instead we decided to take it up to the woods behind my house. The rain began to pour as our desires heightened. In the thick mud and heavy rain I was pushed against a nearby tree and we began to have sex. despite how passionate and turned on we both were; I was getting absolutely nothing. Zilch, Nada. I have never faked it ever before, but hey to this day he still thinks we came together. It was during this I realised that before I had just let my dissatisfaction be known, but I actually cared deeply for this boy and didn't want to hurt his feelings. Two days later he sent me a text saying: "thanks for the other night, was fun and all but I consider sleeping with you to be a massive mistake, one of the biggest I've made in my life it should never have happened I have no feelings for you at all. sorry" I was crushed to say the least, but not wanting to show my upset, like the moron I was, I just continued like nothing had fased me at all. Things didn't even fully end until his birthday in March when out with friends he made a comment about be being the biggest slut he knew. I definitely didn't take this lightly, nor did anyone else we were with. One public argument in the street later we spoke no more. Its now August and due to having mutual friends and seeing each other all the time, I decided to patch everything up and attempt to be friends. God knows how this will work out this time round.