1. roni
Posted January 30, 2007 at 9:38 pm | Permalink | Edit

I fuck strangers but I wish I could fuck a friend. They’re so hot but everyone is connected friend wise so it wouldn’t go down. Not even secretly. Only if alcohol is involved.

2. Anonymous
Posted January 6, 2008 at 1:53 am | Permalink | Edit

Oh man this just made me sad. Just got out of a 6 month fuckathon with a friend, not sure if i would recommend it. A best friend of 11 years, and definitely the sex of my life. But there comes a point in time where if you’re fucking someone who’s your friend, you stop dating other people because you don’t want your friend to hear about how you were out with other guys (small town yes) and then what if you’re friend agrees it’s amazing and they love you and love spending time with you and then you say I can’t do this, it’s not safe to keep doing this without a committment and you realize they don’t like you enough to commit to you, you are just helping them pass the time until there is someone that they do like that much. and then you have to ask yourself what did i do is it something about me, they Know me. ouch. easy tiger. this shit hurts.

3. Anonymous
Posted January 12, 2008 at 12:08 am | Permalink | Edit

that last comment just made me cry. and realize how much i truly do care for the “friend” ive been sleeping with for 8 (count ‘em) months. thick and thin and everything. knock down drag out fights that always end up in a kiss (and a fuck) and a make up. you’re right. this shit hurts. but hurts so good sometimes, too.

I’ve tried the dating thing and maybe it’s just because it’s so alien to me, but everything feels too cheesy and future-oriented; instead of focusing on having fun now, I tend to pick up signals that he’s thinking about moments not now, moments like “are we going to fuck later?” or “is this The One?” when all I wanna do is have a good time and maybe, if he can behave himself, get to know him better so we can start a proper friendship.

I can’t exactly say that I’m still best buddies with the guys I used to date, but I’m more inclined to think that it’s got something to do with the fact that I moved across the country and no longer see all but one of them. The one who’s in town — the breakup is still fairly recent (six months ago), but we’re already on the way to being pals again.

I’m sure this is where a concluding paragraph full of nice summary points should go, but I’ve always been bad at those :p

still friends with ten of them. and the odd one out is just odd.

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again – i am THE KING of friend fucking.

i guess i’m lucky that i can see sex as like catching a movie together or something.

don’t know what that says about me and sex or anything, but fuck it – it’s a great trade off for having all that awesome friend sex with people i really like.

The idea of a fuckable friend will certainly appeal to any male or female. The synergy as you mention will be great fun on all aspects. However, if one of the people concerned is married and the other is involved in an ongoing relationship would it not make their lives overly complicated not to mention the potential emotional trauma it would cause their respective partners should they become aware of their ‘fucking’?

If the ‘fuckable friends’ are both single and not committed to anyone else then they can do whatever they like with their lives without fear of having any repercussions on others.

The problem with ’secret’ relationships is that they will not be secret for very long. As the ‘fuckable friends’ go on with this kind of sexual relationship soon one will expect more from the other. And that will be disaster. Moreover, other people will notice the little things that do not ‘normally’ exist in a ‘just friends’ relationship.

In the first place, if they have known each other for years and find one another interesting enough to sustain the friendship then decide to get sex into the equation then is that not reason enough to get married? Maybe the friend is only fuckworthy and not someone the other can rely on, or does not provide a constant in their lives, or is not someone they wish to wake up with everyday of his/her life????

I agree with you Steff – one should think a million or more times before fucking a friend – does the friendship matter or does the novelty of having sex with a friend matter more? Be very sure you know what you value the most.

This began in college. My best friend in senior year and I have a one night stand after she breaks up with her bo. Deep down I knew it was a bad idea. I knew this was a rebound romp, but being young, dumb and full of cum I did it. After a few weeks of me trying to recapture her sexual attention, she begins to date a fellow classmate. The next year they are married.
Next I start working and find this hot coworker and I seem to have lots in common. We start hanging out and it’s really cool. I decide to quit to travel, and suddenly we are in bed. It was great. She even got laid off while I was abroad and joined me. Traveling is tough with a new lover. Fortunately our friendship really pulled us through. Soon after our return to the states, she breaks my heart. A few weeks later as I am picking up the last of my stuff, I try and give her a birthday present. Her resistance to seeing me is odd enough I go over and know on the door only to meet her new bo. 10 years later they married.
A few years later I meet a friend of a friend. I help her move to town. She and I start hanging out going to gigs. And really become good friends. One night we are out and drinking. We come back to my place and get really hammered. Then I offer up the couch and the next thing I know I’m waking up next to her hung over as all hell. We were both ashamed, and should have let it go at that. Even though neither of us could remember it, once that cherry is popped, there is no going back. So we proceeded to lovers. It was pretty good, but she soon decided it was time for kids and marriage. She knew I didn’t want kids, and I reaffirmed it for her. So she kicked me to the curb. A month or so later she was dating another friend of a friend. A year later they were pregnant and married.
Next, my first best friend and her hubby were on the skids, and she and I rekindled our friendship. I even became great friends with her husband. Well, kinda of a sucky friend, as his wife and I started an affair. But that was never my intention. In fact, I expected to cut free again after the first time. Well it lasted over about a year. It appeared to have a good affect on the marriage at the time, but I guess it was just masking deeper problems. She told me she was falling in love with me. I was complete in love too. And she divorced her hubby. It was very amicable. Then she kicked me to the curb. The next man she dated, became husband #2. As an interesting note. I am good friends with this one too. And maybe more on topic is the fact the neither of her husbands have the things in common with her that we shared as best friends. I did take many years to get over the heart break and re-establish contact. Mostly though help from her sister.
I moved to a new town. Ran into a girl I knew from school, and started hanging out. We would shoot pool and goto gigs. She had recently lost her best friend in an auto accident. So I felt a little like the surrogate that never quite lived up to the guy who died. I guess that made it easier to get into bed. We were in love and shacked up for 6 years. We had so much in common by 3 years in we were stagnant, but still best friends. Both not looking for marriage or kids. Or at least that is what we believed at the time. We let this this hang on for so long. Partly because I believed if I couldn’t make it with someone so well suited, how could I ever be happy. It ended without fanfare and was a great relief. She met a fellow a few months later and they are married and talking about kids. When questioned, she tells me that she will “take one for the team” when it comes to kids. As her lover, I could never get her to admit to this, but as a friend it was so easy to see.
So anyway, I’m probably not alone, but I think I have learned my lesson. At least for the foreseeable future. Stay away from those best friends.
My next foray into regular dating, got me hooked up with this lovely woman that never fails to make me smile. She is a great friend, but was not a best friend. I decided this time to not let her marry someone else, and married her.

Steff, your blog is great. Sorry to ramble. I hope it helps someone out there……

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