Personal Narrative-The Violinist
I was apart of an Internet group full of women. I was browsing the posts when I came across a fascinating woman and I clicked on her photo. My Person was sitting next to me when he said, “who is that?!” So I clicked on her profile and viewed her photos with him. We looked through pictures of The Violinist. “Wow. She is absolutely stunning.” He said. I agreed. At the time, My Person and I were no longer in a relationship. I wanted space while he was desperately trying to cling onto what little of a relationship we had left. So, without his consent, I wrote her a message with his pictures and a short bio asking her to go on a blind date with him. She said she was in a relationship but it was rocky. I don’t know what possessed me to do this. It just felt
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right for some unknown reason. Her boyfriend and her broke up. She never messaged me about the date and My Person and I were in a complicated situation where we were still behaving as though we were in a relationship. We were spending every night and day with each other, as if nothing between us had changed. We still had sex and we still fought more than ever and we were still in love. It was confusing and complicated. It was just too hard to move on, as it always was when we broke up. This wasn’t the first time. It wasn’t even the second time. It was an uncountable time. I couldn’t break free of him. Our fights got so bad I would promise myself never to talk to him again, only to be in his arms not even a day later. I think it’s just so rare for me to meet genuinely good people that when I do I refuse to let them go no matter how wrong we are as a couple. My Person is one of the best humans I have ever met.
Some how the topic of threesomes came up. The Violinist and I agreed that she would have a threesome with My Person and me. She said she was casually dating someone that wanted me to join in on a threesome with them, as well. She sent me a picture of the guy who later ended up being the man I call Tarzan. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life. I felt an instant connection to his picture. I felt this overwhelming feeling to meet him so I agreed to the threesome. The Violinist informed me a few weeks later that she met the love of her life and ended things with Tarzan. She encouraged me to reach out to him, so I did. I found all of his social media accounts and wrote him a message asking him out to dinner. I didn’t receive a reply and I was devastated. A few months past and occasionally he would enter my mind from time to time. I had an upcoming photoshoot that I wanted to get a spray tan for. I almost never get a spray tan. I needed to wake up early to give enough time before work to take a shower to wash off the spray tan. I usually wake up late, around 2pm because I work late nights. I set my alarm and woke up at 11am. I got the spray tan and was starving so I decided to go to my favorite vegan restaurant.
I had no makeup on, my hair was in a pony tail. I was wearing a tank top and cotton shorts that were marked up from the spray tan. When you first get the spray tan, before you take a shower, you’re about 10 shades darker than intended. The orange tinted spray covered my lips and I looked genuinely insane and smelled awful. I pulled up to the restaurant in an uber only to see Tarzan sitting on the outside bench near the door writing in a journal with a pencil. My heart dropped. I frantically asked the uber driver to circle around the block until he left. The uber driver was confused and I didn’t want to inconvenience him so I got out of the car. I had this 4 year old rationality that if I didn’t look at him, he wouldn’t be able to see me. So I kept my eye on the door as I walked past him. I could just feel his eyes on me. I walked through the door and my heart was racing. I was conflicted on how to handle it. I knew this might be my only chance to talk to him but I had never looked worse. As I was waiting in line to order food a guy at the bar randomly handed me a small sticker with a quote from Buddha on it. It read, “You hold
within you all that you require to attain all that you desire.” At the time I thought nothing of it but something in me snapped. I knew that life was too short not to take advantage of every opportunity presented to me. So I walked out the door and asked, “Hi, are you Tarzan?” He replied, “yes,” with a very interested look on his face. “I’m friends with The Violinist. We were all supposed to get together.” “You’re Eve?” He asked. “Yes,” I replied. “Oh wow! How funny!” We talked for a few minutes and then he said, “I actually just got back from a trip to Bali. It was amazing. But I’ll tell you all about that, on our first date.” I had never been more excited in my life. He wrote down my number in his journal with his pencil. I jokingly said, “So old school. I love it.” I text my Nana a picture of him and asked her if she knew who he was, knowing that he played a character on her favorite show. “Of course I do! That’s my favorite character!” She said. I told her I was going on a date with him and she was excited for me. My Nana is my favorite person in the entire world. The fact that he not only had an acting role on her favorite TV show, but was also her favorite character, was too much of a coincidence for me to ignore. I had already planned to take that night off work to hang out with a friend visiting from out of town when she canceled plans on me. Tarzan text me a few hours later and asked me to join him for a cocktail at his house. I was worried he only saw me as a bootycall considering how we planned to meet initially and I was desperate for him to see me as more than that. I asked him to take me out and he was persistent on me coming over, so I obliged. I knew once I talked to him he would realize I was much more than just a lay. I promised myself I would not have sex with him that night. I arrived at his house where he showed me all of his paintings on his walls. He was so very talented. His artwork was absolutely breathtaking. He then made me a whiskey drink. I usually hate whiskey but it was delicious. We sat on his patio that overlooked the city and trees. It was a fairly warm night and we talked in front of the fireplace. He told me about his trip to Bali which he was very passionate about. He kind of dominated the conversation at first which I was not used to. Most men ask me a million questions about myself but he did not. I wasn’t sure what to think of it. I told him I was a stripper. He didn’t have much of a reaction to it. We talked for about an hour then sat on his livingroom floor where he played this coconut instrument for me. He stopped and kissed me. I kissed him back. We started making out. I knew it was leading to sex when he pulled up my shirt and started sucking on my breast. My pussy started dripping with wetness. I pulled away and said, “we can’t have sex.” He said, “okay.” We continued to kiss. I couldn’t contain my horniness and started taking off his belt. We were ripping each others clothes off and still I kid myself by thinking, “well maybe we’ll just have oral sex, not full intercourse, that’s okay.” We were both naked, kissing passionately on his rug. He grabbed a floor pillow and placed it gently under my head. I thought that was very thoughtful and kind of him. He went in between my legs and started licking me. He was incredible at oral sex. My body wanted him. I wanted him. He knew it. He pulled out a condom from the desk near by and laid it by me then continued to lick me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the condom and handed it to him. He put it on and entered me. I gasped. His eyes never left mine. He repeated, “oh yea” over and over. It felt amazing. His body was close to mine. One hand in my hair and the other on the floor holding himself up. I was dripping wet. Moaning while my back arched and my vagina contracted. I orgasmed. Then again. It was our first time but he made love to me as if we were in love. He pulled out as to not cum and said, “this feels too good.” Then we realized the condom fell off inside of me. He helped get it out and asked, “do you want me to put another one on?” I replied, “there’s really no point now.” So we continued bareback. His stamina was very impressive. It lasted many minutes and then he pulled out and covered my stomach with his huge load. It was amazing. We had sex two more times that night. Then we kissed each other goodbye and I left.
right for some unknown reason. Her boyfriend and her broke up. She never messaged me about the date and My Person and I were in a complicated situation where we were still behaving as though we were in a relationship. We were spending every night and day with each other, as if nothing between us had changed. We still had sex and we still fought more than ever and we were still in love. It was confusing and complicated. It was just too hard to move on, as it always was when we broke up. This wasn’t the first time. It wasn’t even the second time. It was an uncountable time. I couldn’t break free of him. Our fights got so bad I would promise myself never to talk to him again, only to be in his arms not even a day later. I think it’s just so rare for me to meet genuinely good people that when I do I refuse to let them go no matter how wrong we are as a couple. My Person is one of the best humans I have ever met.
Some how the topic of threesomes came up. The Violinist and I agreed that she would have a threesome with My Person and me. She said she was casually dating someone that wanted me to join in on a threesome with them, as well. She sent me a picture of the guy who later ended up being the man I call Tarzan. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life. I felt an instant connection to his picture. I felt this overwhelming feeling to meet him so I agreed to the threesome. The Violinist informed me a few weeks later that she met the love of her life and ended things with Tarzan. She encouraged me to reach out to him, so I did. I found all of his social media accounts and wrote him a message asking him out to dinner. I didn’t receive a reply and I was devastated. A few months past and occasionally he would enter my mind from time to time. I had an upcoming photoshoot that I wanted to get a spray tan for. I almost never get a spray tan. I needed to wake up early to give enough time before work to take a shower to wash off the spray tan. I usually wake up late, around 2pm because I work late nights. I set my alarm and woke up at 11am. I got the spray tan and was starving so I decided to go to my favorite vegan restaurant.
I had no makeup on, my hair was in a pony tail. I was wearing a tank top and cotton shorts that were marked up from the spray tan. When you first get the spray tan, before you take a shower, you’re about 10 shades darker than intended. The orange tinted spray covered my lips and I looked genuinely insane and smelled awful. I pulled up to the restaurant in an uber only to see Tarzan sitting on the outside bench near the door writing in a journal with a pencil. My heart dropped. I frantically asked the uber driver to circle around the block until he left. The uber driver was confused and I didn’t want to inconvenience him so I got out of the car. I had this 4 year old rationality that if I didn’t look at him, he wouldn’t be able to see me. So I kept my eye on the door as I walked past him. I could just feel his eyes on me. I walked through the door and my heart was racing. I was conflicted on how to handle it. I knew this might be my only chance to talk to him but I had never looked worse. As I was waiting in line to order food a guy at the bar randomly handed me a small sticker with a quote from Buddha on it. It read, “You hold
within you all that you require to attain all that you desire.” At the time I thought nothing of it but something in me snapped. I knew that life was too short not to take advantage of every opportunity presented to me. So I walked out the door and asked, “Hi, are you Tarzan?” He replied, “yes,” with a very interested look on his face. “I’m friends with The Violinist. We were all supposed to get together.” “You’re Eve?” He asked. “Yes,” I replied. “Oh wow! How funny!” We talked for a few minutes and then he said, “I actually just got back from a trip to Bali. It was amazing. But I’ll tell you all about that, on our first date.” I had never been more excited in my life. He wrote down my number in his journal with his pencil. I jokingly said, “So old school. I love it.” I text my Nana a picture of him and asked her if she knew who he was, knowing that he played a character on her favorite show. “Of course I do! That’s my favorite character!” She said. I told her I was going on a date with him and she was excited for me. My Nana is my favorite person in the entire world. The fact that he not only had an acting role on her favorite TV show, but was also her favorite character, was too much of a coincidence for me to ignore. I had already planned to take that night off work to hang out with a friend visiting from out of town when she canceled plans on me. Tarzan text me a few hours later and asked me to join him for a cocktail at his house. I was worried he only saw me as a bootycall considering how we planned to meet initially and I was desperate for him to see me as more than that. I asked him to take me out and he was persistent on me coming over, so I obliged. I knew once I talked to him he would realize I was much more than just a lay. I promised myself I would not have sex with him that night. I arrived at his house where he showed me all of his paintings on his walls. He was so very talented. His artwork was absolutely breathtaking. He then made me a whiskey drink. I usually hate whiskey but it was delicious. We sat on his patio that overlooked the city and trees. It was a fairly warm night and we talked in front of the fireplace. He told me about his trip to Bali which he was very passionate about. He kind of dominated the conversation at first which I was not used to. Most men ask me a million questions about myself but he did not. I wasn’t sure what to think of it. I told him I was a stripper. He didn’t have much of a reaction to it. We talked for about an hour then sat on his livingroom floor where he played this coconut instrument for me. He stopped and kissed me. I kissed him back. We started making out. I knew it was leading to sex when he pulled up my shirt and started sucking on my breast. My pussy started dripping with wetness. I pulled away and said, “we can’t have sex.” He said, “okay.” We continued to kiss. I couldn’t contain my horniness and started taking off his belt. We were ripping each others clothes off and still I kid myself by thinking, “well maybe we’ll just have oral sex, not full intercourse, that’s okay.” We were both naked, kissing passionately on his rug. He grabbed a floor pillow and placed it gently under my head. I thought that was very thoughtful and kind of him. He went in between my legs and started licking me. He was incredible at oral sex. My body wanted him. I wanted him. He knew it. He pulled out a condom from the desk near by and laid it by me then continued to lick me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed the condom and handed it to him. He put it on and entered me. I gasped. His eyes never left mine. He repeated, “oh yea” over and over. It felt amazing. His body was close to mine. One hand in my hair and the other on the floor holding himself up. I was dripping wet. Moaning while my back arched and my vagina contracted. I orgasmed. Then again. It was our first time but he made love to me as if we were in love. He pulled out as to not cum and said, “this feels too good.” Then we realized the condom fell off inside of me. He helped get it out and asked, “do you want me to put another one on?” I replied, “there’s really no point now.” So we continued bareback. His stamina was very impressive. It lasted many minutes and then he pulled out and covered my stomach with his huge load. It was amazing. We had sex two more times that night. Then we kissed each other goodbye and I left.