Sex and the Single series...

Blondage says...ok, my hissy fit is over. You've been very good Flowers, and SG sent me something new to post for you. I am sooooooo making out with you people in my mind....xoxoxoxoxo

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I'm still searching for that elusive thing.

I don't know if I'm a difficult lay or if I'm expecting too much or what. I've struggled with whether I was going to guest write on what happened last weekend. It makes me sound a wee bit whiny, to be honest.

I met up with the friend of a friend that I had written on before. We call him Mr. Missionary. He works that position quite well, if you recall. I think I may know why he likes that one in particular. He can control pace and speed and depth that way.

Anything else, and, how to say this delicately....he doesn't last as long. Let's put it that way.

In my experience, the more often a man orgasms within a short period of time, the longer he lasts before the next one. That personal myth has now been shattered.

Things went like this:

I went to his home. We chatted, slow danced a little, made out. I dragged him off to his bedroom because I was pretty excited to see him and he was pushing all of my buttons. Lots of neck kisses and touching the skin on my hips and back and belly. That first time, yum, lots of foreplay, a little short session of oral for me, and in the missionary position where he worked it well. I was close to cumming but couldn't catch up to him (this may be the story of my life) and it ended with him thrusting hard and deep but no orgasm for me.

I was staying at his home overnight, so I knew there would be plenty of opportunity for me. I was wrong.

Later in the afternoon, we were waiting for dinner to finish and distracted ourselves in the bedroom. I enjoy giving oral. I love feeling a man thrust his hips at me when he's deep in my mouth. I get turned on by how hot a man becomes from me sucking his cock. The thing is, I get so turned on from it all that I almost always want to climb on top of his hard cock and slide him into me. Which is what I did. And when I started riding him, I looked down into his face, with his eyes closed and a look of bliss, and I knew. His hands were on my hips, urging me faster and faster and then he grunted and pressed down on the curve of my waist and stopped me, so I started grinding and grinding on him, back and forth. But there was no orgasm for me to be found in the grinding. This session lasted about half as long as the last one. Which caught me by surprise, but hey, we had all night, right? Again, I was wrong. When he said he couldn't keep up with me, I should have believed him.

A couple of hours later, we were snugged up in his bed and I was kissing on his bare shoulder and chest. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his quickly stiffening cock. Yay for me! We kissed for a little bit and I rolled over with my back to him. I pushed my upper body forward so that I was more angled towards him on the bed, with my ass pressed hard onto the front of him. I pulled off my underwear and guided him into me. I don't think he liked that position because he lifted himself up a little and forced my hips down so I was half on my side and half on my stomach. Mmmmmm. I pulled my legs in, slid them between his, and got into a face-pressed-into-the-pillow doggy. He was pounding away at me and I gasped at him to stop and let me grab my vibrator because at that point, I was rubbing on my clit and had to cum badly but I knew that the fingers weren't going to work quickly enough. This part made my girlfriends laugh when I told them. He's slightly hard of hearing. He did not hear a word I said. So he kept going and a minute or two later, he was collapsed on my back after cumming for the third time. (Imagine a very big sigh here).

It was still very early in the evening, so I figured we'd nap, fuck, nap, fuck, sleep. Fuck some more the next day. We both woke up at 4am and I started with the oral again. I climbed on top again. He came really fast again.

And that was the last time for my visit. I kept waiting for him to try once more, but he was giving off distinct "disinterest" vibes. He stayed in bed until 7am, while I got up, showered, drank a pot of coffee, watched tv. He got up, I kissed him goodbye, and I left.

I'm not sure if I'm asking too much of the men that I'm picking. Are none of them willing to put in a little extra time to make sure that I have at least one glorious moment of screaming and grabbing the sheets? I know some men are very much against going down on a woman in which they've already shot their load. I don't know why, but it's pretty common. So why don't they try to get me off first? Am I doing this to myself by expressing my urgent need to be fucked? I think it's ok for a man to say no, I want to please you first. I want you to cum for me and then I'll fuck you. It's ok to leave a woman begging to be filled up even as she cums on your face and tongue.

I'm still seeking for that man who will make me wait or who will build me up and up and up and give me what I want only after he's toyed with me a little. Only after he has me begging.