…OR MAYBE IT ISN'T!
I remember becoming acquainted with the word “priapism” long
before the erectile dysfunction commercials became ubiquitous on television
screen and the drug began being advertised in national publications. For me it was the result of something that a
lot of cats would think was less a problem than it was a burden. And with me being cut the way I am regarding
life, it doesn’t bother me as much as it might bother a partner.
I fake orgasms. That’s
right, I act like I have reached a climax and then meditate for the post-coital
lull, and return to flaccidity. Strange,
I know, and the odd thing about it is that I never had a voracious
appetite. I mean, I did “get mine,
yours, and someone else’s”, but that is in aggregate, sheer numbers. But even in the variety, nothing seemed to “set
me off”, no particular act or position.
When Nebraska and I first hooked up, there we had the “new
car smell” sex that is to be expected the first time you sleep with someone you are unfamiliar with. Then after I arrived in Omaha, we had a
couple of “misfires”, being that from about ’06 to now, I have had sex about 50
times total, and about 20 times less than that when we began sleeping with each
other.
At first, I was kind of happy that I had what I had been
calling, “misfires”, because I thought it was strange not to be able to “bust a
nut” on command, or for my partner to do her “voodoo” and make me spill my
seed. But once my body “remembered” how
it operates, well…
The last time Nebraska and I had sex, she was able to reach
a climax. Like other women I have been
with, she had claimed that it was notoriously difficult for a man to make her
cum. With her having experience orgasm,
she then began to move around and caress my body, with the goal of stimulating
me and having me cum inside of her (we used protection). Now that episode took place prior to January
28th of this year, because the last time we could stand to be in
each other’s company was when we went to see the film “The Artist”. We did hook up New Year’s, so this must have occurred
between those two dates.
Anywho, she really was “putting it on a brother”, only thing
was the dick that would not co-operate!
I got excited, did the thrusting thingy and collapsed as though I had
came inside of her. Then I relaxed and
took my mind away from where I was physically, and let my member go soft (which
is not the same as flaccid!). I got out of
bed and disposed of the used condom and spritzed off the residue and relaxed
beside her.
Now it isn’t like we were ever fucking regularly, much less
with any frequency. But once my body
knew that it was going to be called on, it did what it normally does. Now, it isn’t like I am super-well endowed or
anything. I figure that I have to at
least be average-to-slightly-above. No
one has ever said that I wasn’t big enough (though I did have one woman
mentioning self-depreciatingly that she thought she had a “big pussy”) or complained to me
about anything. As far as my ego is
concerned, even if someone told me that I was small, as long as they called me
back or the next one was satisfied, I was good.
As my goal with a woman has always been to make sure that “she got hers”. I never really concentrated on busting my nut.
It never made me no nevermind, as men don’t even need to be awake to orgasm. But now, I have not encountered women who
were selfish in bed, concerned their needs and worrying about whether or not it
lasts or whatever. Nebraska, with her
attention to my pleasure and the “New Miss What’s Happenin’”, it has grown to a
level of concern.
We have only gotten at one another a total of 6 times in the
seven months that we have known one another.
Our first time together was back in October of last year, when she
sucked me off, which was a doubly pleasant surprise. We’d get have three more encounters before
Thanksgiving, which was when she suddenly stopped our relationship. But because I liked her and we had only had
positive encounters to go on, I did not put her in the “penalty box” that
Nebraska has seemingly built a permanent residence in. Anywho…
Since the New Miss has popped back into my life around
Valentine’s Day, we have hooked up twice.
The first was a standard, relaxed sexual encounter (can’t say we made
love just yet… but we are close to doing just that), and we both were able to
pop our corks twice. Then came this past
weekend, or should I say “it DIDN’T come” this past weekend.
The New Miss is a straight-up freak. I while I don’t want to imagine what she is
down with, what I have confirmed is more than enough for me to establish that
she has a freak flag. And I am cool with
that! But here is the rub… we had a
session yesterday and we made a mess of the bed except…
Did I mention that the New Miss is a freak? She wanted me to blow my spunk on her face
and she gave a blow job that prolly would have sucked the skin off a grape and
still left it round. I wanted to see my
jizz on her face as well, except that…
Now this crap was fun in my twenties and what not, banging
the hell out of women and having them call my name or whoever was on their mind
at the time, but now… if mature, comfortable with their sexuality women are now
judging themselves on making ME bust loose in their mouths and wherever else
they want to see my cum, I have to figure this thing out!
Anywho, maybe someone has a suggestion I could pass on to a
sister on the sneak tip, so they won’t think that they are not satisfying
me? Weird, I know, but hey, it also is
what it is!
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