When I wrote about finding Senem, I also wrote about one of the girls at work having seen my post on one of the sex sites. As I said, she didn't recognize me from my face or body, she recognized me by the distinctive scar on my right arm. When she first mentioned having seen my ad, she immediately defended herself by saying she wasn't actually looking for sex. She just got a kick out of looking at the ads themselves, and reading what people wrote. However, and it was slightly embarrassing since it was a site I had posted naked pictures on, she did say what she saw of me wasn't half bad. And, about a week later, she posted a message to me on the site itself, saying that I'd get responses if I was more aggressive in my post. It was the desire for that romantic bull shit that I'd written about that was keeping women away.
That's where I left it with her, without even responding to her message, because I'd written what I wanted, not what others wanted. And, even if I had gotten more responses that way, I wouldn't have been able to live up to them because aggressive forceful sex is not my style. Besides that, I got my first message from Senem not too long after that, and other than suspend my account there I forgot all about that site. That is until a few weeks later, after Senem and I had started our affair. That's when, during one of our smoke breaks, the girl at work who we'll call Lisa, brought the subject up again.
As soon as the others had left the break area, so we could talk freely, she told me I should have listened to her. When I asked about what, she said about the site, because she'd seen that I'd given up and suspended my account. My answer was to say that I'd suspended my account, but not because I'd given up. It took a couple of seconds for the words to hit her, then she asked me if I meant what she thought I meant. Had someone actually answered that romantic garbage? When I just gave her a look, she said that just because they answered, that didn't mean anything. We were probably just exchanging love letters instead of getting right to business. Had I done it her way, I'd probably be fucking the girl already, instead of still playing romantic games.
The look I gave her this time, that raised eyebrow look, told her she was wrong. Now, instead of leaning back and talking to me like that, she was leaning forward and I had her full attention. She then asked if I expected her to believe that I was fucking someone besides my wife. I told her that it didn't matter what she believed, but that I hoped she'd keep what we talked about to herself. I think it was the request to keep it secret that convinced her, not anything else I'd said. Because, first she assured me she wouldn't say anything, since she hadn't told anyone about the ad, then she asked what I'd do if the girl ended up pregnant. I just laughed and told her that wouldn't happen, because we didn't do anything that could get her pregnant. Of course, since she was on that anti-romance kick, she said she'd figured I wasn't doing anything, probably just laying in bed, kissing and talking about love.
I just shook my head and told her that there was more to sex than just fucking. We didn't fuck in the traditional sense, because neither of us liked condoms, and because she and her husband were working on having a baby. But, there was plenty of oral sex in both directions, and some anal sex as well. And, just because it was slow and romantic, didn't mean it wasn't sex. I don't know why I was giving her all these details to be honest, since it was none of her business. Maybe it was because I wanted to tell someone who might approve, instead of the reaction I was getting from my best friend. Or maybe I was hitting on her in a way, because I'd had more than one fantasy about her too. Whichever it was, it didn't matter, because her response was to say that the romantic stuff wasn't her style. She preferred her sex to be hard and fast, and I could keep that other shit between me and my girlfriend.
That ended the conversation for a while, but it left me with a weird feeling. When she'd made that last statement, there seemed to be a slight edge to her voice, almost as if she was pissed off about something. Maybe she just found romantic lovemaking so distasteful that it showed in her voice. Or she might have been angry because I hadn't taken her advice about writing more aggressively, I don't know. Not that it really mattered to be honest, since I was satisfied with what Senem and I were doing. Except that something soon gave me a reason to believe there was more to her reaction than just thinking romantic sex was disgusting. Because, not only did she not talk about that subject with me anymore, she pretty much stopped talking to me at all. If it didn't have to do with work, she would hardly say a word to me at all after that. It was almost as if she had wanted me to be interested in her instead of Senem. And, maybe all that talking she did about Senem and I not having real sex was her way of offering me real sex. But, if that's why she had turned cold, there was nothing I could do about it. The kind of sex she wanted and the kind of sex I offered were nowhere near the same. And, I wasn't going to change how I liked making love, so she'd just have to get over it.
