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If I see one more pride post or pride collection or anything of the sorts where they have ace, aroace and like 3 ace microlabels and NO aromantic or aroallo or arospec labels I WILL BITE ALL OF YOUR BIGOTED EXCLUSIONARY HEADS OFF.
Henry and I met up around sunset time. We parked our cars next to each other on the parking space next to the forest. He greeted me with a hug and I could smell his perfume he didn't change since we first met. He stepped back and his bright blue eyes wandered to the sunset behind me. "Wow", he says, "that really is beautiful. I get why you and Lisa used to sit in your trunk and watch the sunset." Lisa is a good friend of both of us that introduced us to each other 7 years ago. I looked at him a little longer before also turning around to face the sunset. His blond hair glowed golden in the setting light. It was the perfect opposite of his dark, baggy jeans and hoodie. We stood next to each other in silence for a few more moments before we decided to find a nice spot to sit down. He knew the ways through the wood and let the way. About 5min later we arrived at a little wooden picnic table with a bench next to the path. We took our blanket and layed it out about 10m next to the bench (I cannot tell you why) and sat down on the ground. The next hour was spent talking, first innocent topics, then it started to get spicy. "Why did you text me again?", I asked. We hadn't been in contact for two years. Before that, we also had a friends with benefits thing going on but he got into a relationship so we obviously endet it. I texted him about a year ago, catching up a little over text but we didn't meet up because he felt it was disrespectful to his girlfriend. Two weeks ago he reached out again. We texted a bit and I also asked that question. He answered that he just thought about me and wanted to know how I am. I was pretty sure he wanted to fuck (me too). We met up and only talked. I didn't wanna embaress myself by trying something and being rejected so I just left it like that and texted him 2 days later, if he wanted a platonic friendship this time or if he wanted to continue like 2 years ago. He wanted the second option. So here we are. "Well, I did want to catch up with you. It's been a while and I thought about the past." He paused. "But let's be honest. I am also pretty horny." I laughed. Same. "Did you discover anything you want to try out?" Last time I saw Henry he was pretty vanilla and very inexperienced. "Well I kinda wanna try bondage, it seems like fun. Also maybe anal. And a bit more control while getting head. My ex never did that because of some trauma but I would like to try it." I can work with that. He asked me the same question. I said I tried everything I wanted tl try, which is partially true. I tried most of it. But also I forgot what I still wanted to try so that's a topic for another time.
While we continued to talk, he layed back on his forearms. He told me he was kinda nervous and didn't know how to start. It has been 5months since he had sex and has a bodycount of like 4 people. I just gave him time. Then I felt a hand on my back. He slowly started to move it up and down, stroking me softly. I saw him looking at me in the dark so I leaned i and kissed him. His left and immediatly found its way to my face, first gently caressing my cheek, then wandering to my throat and softly closing. He was testing the waters. I immediatly felt myself getting wet. I kissed him harder and moved closer to him. My own hand slipped under his hoodie and shirt. I could feel his warm, soft skin under my fingertips. I lingered there for a bit, exploring his ribs, his abs, his hip... The hand that was on my back found its way under the skirt of my summerdress and in my panties. He wasn't wasting any more time. I gasped and let my head fall on his shoulder as he started to play with my clit. I kissed his neck and tried desperatly to undo his belt. I wanted to feel him. All of him. After a few attemps his belt and button came loose and I finally got my hand on his dick. He was already hard and wet with precum when I pulled him out. I only got a few strokes in before I heard a breathless whisper in my ear, suggesting to loose the clothes. We quickly discarded our pants before crashing our lips together again. I parted from him, looked him in the eyes and went down to his cock. I took him in my mouth, first just the tip, then slowly his whole lenght. He has just the right lenght to take him completely. I started ro move up and down, first painfully slow, then picking up some speed, sucking him in while travelling down his shaft. Every now and then I stopped for a second at his tip, circling it with my pierced tongue. It didn't take long for him to stop me. He got himself a condom and pulled me on his lap before laying down. I aligned my dripping wet pussy with his rock hard cock and pushed down on him. I gasped. Before I could even start to move, he pulled me into another kiss and started to fuck me. I was a moaning mess. Henry has just the right length and girth to hit every spot inside of me. I kissed and gently sucked on his neck, resulting in small moans from him. His hands were on my hips, holding me steady while he pounded into me. I could feel him slowly starting to loose his rythm. "Do you want to finish in my mouth?", I whispered breathlessly in his ear. He just nodded. I kissed him passionately before lifting myself off him, pulling the condom off and replacing it with my mouth.
One thing about Henry is that he is very careful not to accidently push someone too far. Every time I have given him head, his hands were on his sides, careful not to do something I don't like. This time he got braver. His left hand was alternating on my back, gently stroking it, or on my boobs, carefully squeezing them. His right and was gripping the blanket under us. So I grabbed his right hand and placed it in my short hair. He softly started to guide my up and down, just showing me the speed. He was so soft I barely noticed him move. Then he got a little bolder. His fingers grabbed my hair tighter and he started to fuck himself with my mouth. The only thing we could hear were the wet sounds coming from my mouth. He picked up the speed and I felt his legs tensing up under me. "I am going to cum", he stuttered quietly. I just smiled to myself, feeling the familiar tingling in my lower half. Hearing someone enjpying what I am doing to them really turns me on. Nearly as much as seeing them cum for me. I heard his breath hitch and felt him twitching in my mouth as he spurted his cum in my throat. I slowed down and sucked it all out before licking him clean. He pulled me up into another kiss.
We quickly had to get dressed again because we were absolutely getting eaten by mosquitos. Thankfully we only undressed our lower halfs because getting dressed in pretty much complete darkness without being able to use a flashlight (we didn't wanna attract even more insects) was a pretty hard thing to do and I relised at home that I pretty much put on everything wrong and I brought a whole bunch of leaves in my fishnet tights.
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I think that the lack of aromantic spaces that aren't also asexual is a function of both amatonormativity and purity culture.
Either you're having sex for love, or you're a wh*re
So aroallo people struggle to proudly exist because we're labeled "shallow" or "unavailable" when we don't fit into the lines drawn for us, without us.
We're just as real and just as normal as anyone else, but the constant shame surrounding sex pushes us to label ourselves wrong.
I cannot be the only person who labelled myself aroace despite knowing it wasn't true because I was scared of what others may think of me, even in my own communities.
Well that's bullshit. I'm not going to live in the closet because of others' ignorance. I want to be loud and honest and maybe if I'm lucky, I can help someone else feel just a little bit less alone.
You don't have to be afraid of who you are. Who you are is cool as fuck.