Selfish men annoy me. I am not an alternative to a blow up doll or you right hand. I am a woman. If you are going to hookup with someone, you have to know that she has sexual desires to and is not just here to service you and smile. This brings me to Jeremy.
He was seriously hot, seriously cocky, and actually used the phrase “fuck you til you can’t walk.” Challenge accepted. Only there was no need. He was quick to get handsy and wanted me to give him a blow job. For some reason, not that I particularly enjoy spending time with a dick in my mouth but, I enjoy giving head. I think it’s because when you’re good at it, which I am, it becomes a power you can wield. I get a rush feeling someone’s arousal, knowing I control it, can control them. But what always annoys me is when, though I will willingly deep throat, a guy tries to push my head farther on his dick. When sucking on Jeremy, he tried to do just that, I informed him that he didn’t need to do that, but he informed me that he just liked doing that. Strangely enough, this weird little power play bothered me. But not as much as what came next.
He came very close to cumming so I stopped because I wanted to fuck. He put a condom on and we started screwing. He wasn’t particularly long or thick, but decently sized enough that right off the bat I started to enjoy it. I knew my own climax was just beginning to build when the telltale grunts and stiffness revealed that he had ejaculated and was going soft. Wholly unsatisfied, I was really irritated when he immediately said “I needed that,” got dressed, and got the hell out of here.
As he left, he gave me one of those, “Maybe I’ll give you a call,” to which I replied, “Forgive me if I’m skeptical of that.” And my skepticism was well warranted.
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Let me paint a picture for you. A tall, skinny, blonde man from France. The type of skinny that only becomes truly apparent when removed of clothing. The type of skinny where the person’s head seems much too large for their body, making them appear similar to a bobble-head doll. This is the man from Paris that I hooked up with last week.
He’s an engineer with a heavy accent and seriously 0 game. You think of French men as being suave, flirtatious and romantic. But my French bobble-head was awkward, gangly, and a terrible kisser.
Here was the most curious thing about hooking up with Frenchie. Prior to hooking up, because I knew where he was from and how long he had been in the US, I asked him if he was circumcised or not. He told me that he was not. I didn’t particularly mind, but I did tell him that I choose not to give oral sex to partners who weren’t circumcised. He said this was alright.
I didn’t think much about it until we were undressing. He took of his tighty little whiteys and I realized. He was circumcised. HOW ON EARTH DOES A MAN NOT REALIZE THAT THEY ARE CIRCUMCISED?!
I have no words for how peculiar that was. I was relieved when he came quickly and I told him that he needed to leave because I had to be awake early for work. Au revoir dearest Frenchie.
2 months ago
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This is one of my most disappointing stories to tell and that is because it was one of the most sexually satisfying I’ve had. He was a late 20s Texas cutie with great lips and a huge dick. Both of which proved very useful to me. I’ve had good sex before. I’ve had great sex before. But frankly, other than my main squeeze back on the East coast, I’ve never found someone who could both satisfy me, keep up with me sexually, and perform that well with his mouth and his dick.
It took me by surprise frankly, how willing and eager he was to go down on me. I’ve encountered and fucked too many selfish boys; boys who want you to suck their dick and swallow their cum, but who won’t go down on a girl. Just plain rude.
He was great in bed. We went several rounds and he even wanted to just cuddle up and make out a bit. Quite rare for a hookup. After a few hours, he left, and I was perfectly blissed out in post-coital wonder.
I don’t like getting played. It’s been a few weeks and I have not heard from him. Before he left, I asked straight up if he wanted to do this again. I made it clear that I just wanted fun and sex from him. He made it clear that that was all he wanted as well. He said he did want to do it again. And yet, here we are. I hate getting played.
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Who was not a virgin. After my varied experiences with virginal men in their 20s, had this happened for a third time with a guy who was 40, it might have driven me to give up sex forever out of sheer frustration with the unfortunate lot of men that I’d encountered. But no 40 year old virgin for me. Just an older guy that, should he
Thank goodness. What I did have in store for me was a decent sex partner who could, despite not being theoretically in his sexual prime, achieve erection, last a decent amount of time during sex so that I could actually get off, orgasm, and then become erect again for a second go around. As far as hookups go with someone who you are only interested in screwing go, I was pretty pleased.
Since then, we’ve hooked up several times. I find it to be rather ideal. For the first time, it’s clear that there could never be anything other than sex between us and we’re both highly aware. He knows that I want nothing more than sex and isn’t threatened by, scared of, or disinterested in it. Voila!
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He seriously looked like he could be employed as a postal worker. Or at least the cartoon postal workers that you see in kids books. Your average, run of the mill guy with a very unfortunate overgrown haircut that I wanted to just run some electric clippers through. And while I’ve been vocal here on wanting a guy who can keep up and get erect for a second go around, this guy was not exactly what I’d been hoping for.
Sure, he came and was able to get erect again, twice, but frankly, I think that’s because he was only lasting about a minute before ejaculating each time. Seriously, he ejaculated prematurely THREE TIMES. I don’t even know what to say about that other than to state it as fact because I have never seen anything like that before. These were FULL FLEDGED ejaculations too. Who does that? After all of that, I had him leave. There was no way I was getting off with this guy. No question about that.
Needless to say, the postman shan’t ring a fourth time for me.
2 months ago
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Every meet a fairly attractive, decently dressed guy with zero game or skill in the bedroom? I have, and I had crappy sex with him. At first, I was just annoyed when before he had even kissed me, he asked me to give him a massage. Not my idea of foreplay. Then, he awkwardly blurted out “Give me a blow job.” Again, not sexy, not a turn on, not something that gets the juices flowing for a chick. Then when things got started, I realize that in addition to being awkward and game-less, he was a shit kisser. Then we started fucking. One push, two, and he was through. Done-zo. And I sent the idiot packing.
2 months ago
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The next boy I bed doesn’t make for much of a story. He didn’t have a fairly memorable personality but he was decent in bed and he made me laugh a bit when we chatted. He actually lasted a while and then was able to get it back up to screw again. A multiple orgasm on my party later, he left. At this point, my roomate, who had without question heard me during sex, informed me of his decision that my visitor was in fact gay. I could not help but be amused by this.
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I went out with a sweet law student a while back. A guy who had a similar situation to mine and a bit of a kinky streak that I appreciated. On our first date, we went to dinner and I asked him back to my place after for “dessert” which he actually took literally. He was hesitant and didn’t come home with me, though we texted for a while after the date and a little bit before Christmas, he came over.
He had just finished finals, and I had been working non-stop for several weeks with only a day off a week at most. I hadn’t had time to hang out or hook up in several weeks so I was more on edge than normal.
We started fooling around and I have to admit, despite being a bit of a lame duck in the kissing department, what he did with his tongue otherwise was fairly spectacular. I was enjoying getting into it and it wasn’t long before he had gotten me out of my shirt. I just lay there for a while, as he went to town on my glorious tits, as most guys I hook up with do. They all turn into frenzied, suckling, mewling infants as they take my nipples into their mouths as though to somehow provide their bodies with sustenance.
And then he stopped. Red-faced and panting, he abruptly stopped, rolled over off of me and lay on his back at the edge of my bed. Suddenly, faced with the reality of his first post-breakup hookup, he couldn’t go through with it. I suppose that for him, he saw this as crossing a line into singledom that he might not be ready for and one that would most certainly adjust the climate of his long distance almost relationship.
I felt bad for the poor putz and advised him to try and realize what he’s feeling before he gets a girl topless next time. No one likes to be rebuffed with their tits hanging out. His last words to me were “I’ll fully understand if you delete my phone number from your cell phone.” Guess what darling? I did.
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Eric was a guy I knew from college. He’d graduated the year before I did and we’d had several classes together. He had always flirted, but in a way that I had never taken seriously, and we had never hooked up or even hung out in college outside of milling around before and after class. I never realized he thought much of me, thought sexually of me, because for all his flirting, he had never tried to further it, even though I probably would have been interested.
Months later, when I was still in a relationship, he began messaging me online and trying to get me to video chat so we could fool around on camera. Being in a relationship, I wasn’t interested, but he persisted for months, and after my breakup I finally gave in a little. We would chat, but any time I tried to make a date to hook up in real time, he would put it off or dance around the subject. It always struck me as odd, but I put up with it for the same reasons I put up with all these boys’ ineffectiveness. He frustrated me though, in a way that I hadn’t really experienced before. This was someone who knew me on a different level than these random hookups ever did. And he kept pursuing me, coming after something but never actually trying to obtain it.
It was not until after I had gotten back together with my boyfriend under the current conditions that we eventually did hook up. One very boring afternoon, I went over to his apartment to hook up, though he was a little hesitant about having sex, a fact I was not made aware of until after we had begun hooking up. A recent pregnancy scare on his end had made him very skittish, and so unfortunately, the hookup was less than satisfactory.
Unfortunately, he’s one of those guys with more facial hair than he should have, so making out with him felt like kissing a shag rug. And frankly, there’s nothing sexy about that. We fooled around for a bit- he fingered me and went down on me, though his tongue was something akin to a wet fish slapping around down there. By the time I went down on him, there wasn’t much stimulating left to do before I got him off. He came all over me in the weirdest of frat boy fashions and I could not have been more grateful to just be over with it. I felt like I needed to go home and brush my teeth and scrape my tongue. Which I did.
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Now, I have clearly not been the most lucky person in sex in the past year. Despite all of my trying, other than my main man, finding a partner to both satisfy and keep up with me sexually has been a definite challenge. When I met John, I really did not have much hope for his potential as a partner who could meet those qualifications. He was sweet, but boring. But his blunt charm was fairly seductive and I gave him a shot.
He came over one night when I was home alone…at least until a girlfriend of mine dropped by with her sister on their way to the movies to pick up a forgotten jacket. They were still here when my friend arrived. And the looks on their faces echoed exactly what I was thinking; this guy would be a fairly lackluster experience in the sack and it was more than a little silly of me to try. But the fact of the matter was, I didn’t say “no” that often lately if I thought fun could be had at all, and so I was game to take him for a spin and see what was what.
My supposition, and that of my friends, was beyond wrong. Once we got down to business, and it actually took awhile to do so because he was very into talking before we started fooling around, I was more than pleasantly surprised to say the least. Once the clothes came off, he was more than adequate at getting me off, several times. I got a pounding that I was in no way shape or form expecting to receive. Where had this guy been the past several months as I desperately searched for sexual satisfaction and release?
We had our fun and said goodnight. And after the unexpected turn of events, I did intend to see him again, though we never have because he lives on the entire opposite end of the city and doesn’t really like to make the trek to come fuck me. Lame.
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