In search of the elusive Oooooo
An orgasm by any other name would smell as sweet, right? Not according to this guy I'm fucking. He found out that I'm a "squirter" (WORST. SEXUAL TERM. EVER), and now nothing will do but that he makes me ejaculate. It's become a quest for him. And it's most likely just not going to happen. We've been fucking for a couple of weeks now, I've seen him maybe 5 times, we have sex at least 4-5 times in a single night, and he has yet to make me cum like that. Don't get me wrong. I orgasm every single time with him. He's extremely talented with his tongue, his cock is the perfect size, and he uses it exactly the way I need it use to make me come to screaming, sheet clawing fulfillment. He's dominant, big enough to pick me up and position me the way he wants me, and he likes doggy. This is a recipe for sexual heaven for me.
But it's apparently NOT a recipe for making me ejaculate. It's become kind of amusing for me, because he gets so stubborn about it that he'll make me cum again and again, ignoring his own cock. I'm thinking he's watched too much squirt porn, because I get wet down to my knees, I shake and shiver and literally cry, but I don't do that one thing he wants to see. I don't know if my body is just being stubborn because he wants it too badly, or if we just don't have that kind of chemistry.
Only two guys in my life have had the ability to make me ejaculate like that. One of them is Jake. We may not be a good couple, but GOD DAMN do we have sexual chemistry. He makes me ejaculate with nothing more than a dildo and dirty talk all the time.
The other guy was this man named Eric. Eric was a kind of chunky, extremely sweet and mild mannered, shorter than me guy who I dated for a little bit. Who had a relatively small cock. But my body apparently really liked him. At one point, we were making out on my couch, I was rubbing up against his cock through his jeans, and BAM... I came all over the front of his pants. It was... not so much embarrasing s it was disconcerting. He, of course, was all kinds of happy. I was more wondering what the fuck my body was thinking to be so freaking turned on that I could cum like that so easily. The sex itself was more emotional than I'm used to, as he was extremely fragile and needed more from me than just a quick fuck. So maybe my body and mind were responding to that sweet combination of needy and horny. I don't know. But I've yet to go there with anyone else.
As for Brian, I'm thinking we aren't going to be having sex for much longer. I get the feeling that me ejaculating on him has become a trophy he needs to collect, like a red splotched sheet on a wedding night, and I don't do trophy. It's too bad. Not many guys are so focused on doggy and oral, and I do so like that combination. But not enough to deal with Don Quixote tilting at windmills in my pants.
But it's apparently NOT a recipe for making me ejaculate. It's become kind of amusing for me, because he gets so stubborn about it that he'll make me cum again and again, ignoring his own cock. I'm thinking he's watched too much squirt porn, because I get wet down to my knees, I shake and shiver and literally cry, but I don't do that one thing he wants to see. I don't know if my body is just being stubborn because he wants it too badly, or if we just don't have that kind of chemistry.
Only two guys in my life have had the ability to make me ejaculate like that. One of them is Jake. We may not be a good couple, but GOD DAMN do we have sexual chemistry. He makes me ejaculate with nothing more than a dildo and dirty talk all the time.
The other guy was this man named Eric. Eric was a kind of chunky, extremely sweet and mild mannered, shorter than me guy who I dated for a little bit. Who had a relatively small cock. But my body apparently really liked him. At one point, we were making out on my couch, I was rubbing up against his cock through his jeans, and BAM... I came all over the front of his pants. It was... not so much embarrasing s it was disconcerting. He, of course, was all kinds of happy. I was more wondering what the fuck my body was thinking to be so freaking turned on that I could cum like that so easily. The sex itself was more emotional than I'm used to, as he was extremely fragile and needed more from me than just a quick fuck. So maybe my body and mind were responding to that sweet combination of needy and horny. I don't know. But I've yet to go there with anyone else.
As for Brian, I'm thinking we aren't going to be having sex for much longer. I get the feeling that me ejaculating on him has become a trophy he needs to collect, like a red splotched sheet on a wedding night, and I don't do trophy. It's too bad. Not many guys are so focused on doggy and oral, and I do so like that combination. But not enough to deal with Don Quixote tilting at windmills in my pants.
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