Barely Satisfied

I really enjoyed this guy’s company (*Phil). We have nice talks and he didn’t seem to be in a rush to do anything. Maybe I rushed him. I started feeling like a teenager again and we would have these hour long make-out sessions. We’d make out in the car and steam the windows. And not having sex in over eight months really made me want him even more, especially after all the teenage fooling around.

So did I rush him? I don’t know. We were dating a couple of months. Most men would’ve been more than ready and I had been ready for weeks. So the first time I thought we were going to do something, he claimed he didn’t have a condom, so he was happy to go down. And it was pretty damn good.

A couple weeks later we were at it again. After almost two hours of fooling around, I think its going to be awesome. Then it’s over almost before it began. I don’t know if it was even five minutes. All I can think is, “I saved myself for nine months for this?”

We stayed the night together and I give it a try again in the morning. I know this time I got six minutes. I didn’t mean to look at the clock, really I didn’t. But it was only six freaking minutes.

We went out on a few more dates, and he wasn’t really trying anything. Due to our work schedules, we really only saw each other on weekends. So it was almost a month before we found ourselves alone in a steamy situation once again. An hour and half of fooling around and I got four freaking minutes!

I just wasn’t getting satisfied. And going down on me did not make up for it. It was nice and all, but I wanted to feel something a little more than that. Do men think that providing a little tongue action is just as good as giving some good D? I’d much rather have it in me, than licking me.