Another wasteful sexual encounter. At this point I should just give it all up and become a nun. Finally just give up all this baseless sexcapades. All talk and no fucking work. I don’t know which one was worse this one or the last one. The worst part? They all keep grinning like toddlers that just discovered sugar, they might as well be toddlers with their less than amateur level of sexual prowess.
I just want this Neanderthal out of my bed and out of my house so I can sanitize this traumatic experience from my memory. Like the popular phrase goes ‘bleach my brain’ because I truly need to forget everything that has happened in the last hour.
I wish I could say I hated everything, at least he was a better kisser than the last one and before you judge me, we are all whores so don’t start throwing stones when your house is also made of glass. Anyways I was deluded by his tender touches and sweet kisses that I unfortunately expected at least an average level rump in the hay but was still thoroughly disappointed. As usual men are keeping their record at being good at disappointments.
Its so easy to get a man but hard to find one worth keeping. This specimen of the hour came with all the enthusiasm of a teenage boy that had just touched his first pair of breasts. I guess that should have been the first red flag but as usual I was blinded by decent kissing and buried my head in the delusion of a manageable fuck.
Let me be less condescending and say that the kissing was good. Good enough to get my hopes high. Good enough to make me think that everything would at least be relatively good. It all started with the ear licking. I don’t know you well enough to be all up in it and he wasn’t even doing it right, too sloppy and all over the place. Neck kisses weren’t that bad, could use more biting though. Everything else was downright awful. I even let the nincompoop taste me and he had the audacity to be bad at it. The sex? I think you already know what I have to say but for your entertainment and my dismay I will let you know that it felt like having an overweight pig on me. Utterly disgusting. He wasn’t overweight by the way, he had a very nice body.
He fucked so haphazardly you’d think we were trapped in a storage closet hiding from nosy family. His rhythm was completely off and was not in any way pleasurable to me. It felt rushed and improvised. Worst part is that he had a pretty dick too! Sucks that he had no idea how to use it. And of course he came, in a condom, out of my prized possession. No one is allowed to come in me. Not even with a condom on. They barely even fuck me right, why would I let them have the honour to release their selfish seeds anywhere near my cooch.
Can’t even remember the last time I had raw sex, talk more of a decent fuck. Well, the situation is over, I was left unsatisfied as usual so all I need right now is a hot shower for sanitization/sterilization and a bottle of rosé, and most importantly for this dillweed to leave my damn house. If you think I was pretending to moan or even faked an orgasm for this cow I’m glad to disappoint you that I didn’t. Which is exactly why his cheerfulness is even more irritating.
It also goes to show you how selfish men are. Because I see no reason why a full-grown man would be all cheerful to leave their rump in the hay partner unsatisfied all because they had the chance to bust a nut. What is even worse is that I didn’t even need to pretend to enjoy it to get this reaction. He just doesn’t give a fuck as long as he got a fuck.
Some days I consider switching over to the other side. Women do it better, so I’ve heard from my bi friends, even straight ones that decided to test the waters a bit. I’m not opposed to it, do what makes you feel good but that whole thing just doesn’t appeal to me. I love dick, unfortunately their owners are inconsiderate amateur buffoons.
I’m sure now that my waste of a body is gone many would assume that this would be the perfect time to finish myself off. Unfortunately, that will not be happening. If I wanted to fuck myself, I wouldn’t have gone out and got a man to fuck in the first place. Once the mood has been ruined, I don’t consider the possibility of restarting again because that’s what it will be. Finding content that is tantalizing, which takes more time than the actual activity. Then the whole activity of trying to feel and get off. The worst part is the emptiness that follows once the deed is done.
In as much as I am complaining and cussing out these men, I still desire them. I know self-pleasure is good and all, I do indulge in it. The equipment is well established and all that but it’s not enough for me.
I love the feel of a warm body, tender caresses, light and deep messy kisses, being held, being stared at hungrily, being bitten, spanked, grabbed, flipped around like a rag doll and fucked with uttermost desire. I love lovemaking. I love sex. I like to be fucked. I just want someone that understands that and wants to please me. I want a partnership that we both enjoy being with each other and want to please each other.
I don’t think I’m asking for much but with the way the world us and people are, it would seem like asking for human decency is such a strange foreign concept that they care not to understand.
Its not even like I have sex that often. Its like something I do occasionally like once or twice a month just because I enjoy it and I want it. It just sucks that it always ends up looking like a waste of time and makes me desire it less and less. Maybe I should consider celibacy or abstinence whichever the word is.
Or hopefully find someone that gets it. But how would I do that without being intimate I wonder?