After a few drinks our casual conversation took a sharp turn. I promised myself I would never go back down that road, but he had quite a way with words…. that is if you consider “I’ll make sure you cum,” a way with words. He officially caught my attention. With every Pickleback shot I took I sent an increasingly suggestive text. I went to bed giddy but woke up full of regret. What my drunk brain perceived as charming in the light of day was clearly cocky. “You love my penis,” – neither endearing nor true. Thanks to me his head grew 3 sizes that day. I had no choice but to delete all the drunk sexts and pretend they never happened.
I never thought I would say, “he lasted too long,” but he did… way too long. I could tell he was close but then he stopped and said, “I don’t want to cum yet.” I have to say I was pleased, even though I was ready for bed. Fifteen minutes later I should of felt lucky but instead I felt sore. I tried to get into it but I couldn’t help but stare at the alarm clock thinking – okay if we finishes now I’ll get 5 hours of sleep. Of course I should of just said something – but the relationship was in a fragile state. After another fifteen minutes I had to do something so I told him that I wanted him to cum. “Not until you do one more time,” he said. That wasn’t going to happen but how could I say no? I couldn’t help but fake it while watching Breaking Bad over his shoulder. I watched an entire episode by the time he finished.
I was excited, really excited. I had waited and wanted to have sex with this guy for the longest time. We were going out for a few months already and I was sure. The recent times we got together, things kept escalating until one night he made a move and said he wanted me. I didn’t hesitate to say yes and he then slipped a condom on. The sexual chemistry between us was freaking electric and I was so sure it was going to be awesome. I was wrong. He positioned himself on top, moving slowly, a little more foreplay I guess. Moments later he said that he was on the verge. He wasn’t even close to being inside me yet and he was on the verge of having an orgasm. I didn’t have time to think and when his head dropped on to my chest, I mentally hit myself. We didn’t do the actual deed and he finished. While I on the other hand, was left laying there unsatisfied.
We had been together for 4 months and for the first time in our relationship the sex lasted longer than two minutes. Although I was pleasantly surprised he was obviously annoyed. Sweat dripped off his forehead as he aggressively stabbed my insides with his penis. Not too long after he finished, looked at me and “I win.” Uhhh… Sex is not a competition. ARE YOU ACTUALLY PROUD THAT YOU ARE UNABLE TO MAKE ME ORGASM? The first person to reach an orgasm doesn’t “win.” I don’t know if he was a moron or an asshole BUT I dated him for months and I lost every single time.
One night after a really bad breakup I decided it would be a fabulous idea to split an entire bottle of Jack Daniels with a close male friend. Of course we were completely wasted and he decided to tell me that he had feelings for me. One thing led to another and before I knew it we were both naked. He had an uncircumcised penis.. It was different from what I was used to but I went along with it. We were having sex when all of the sudden he stopped mid stroke looked down and said, “Your bleeding.” I look down to see blood all over the mattress. I jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom thinking he may have moved my IUD.. which means I would have to get it surgically removed. While I was in the bathroom cleaning off the blood he barged in to tell me the blood actually came from him. I stood there in shock trying to understand HOW? With a smile on his face he wiggled his penis at me and blood flew everywhere. He told me that the extra skin had gotten pulled back too far and he started to bleed. Luckily he said it didn’t hurt. That wasn’t even the most horrific part, after the crisis we both went into the shower to finish and lets just say it ended with pink semen.