I’ve been with CB for three weeks and it’s going incredibly well. Hence, my lack of blog updating! I just haven’t had the time to sit down and write about it. I also feel a little weird writing about someone I’m falling in love with. He doesn’t know I have this blog and it makes me feel a little guilty. After this post, I may feel a lot guiltier because I’m about to think through some things. You dear reader, get to be my sounding board.
CB and I are having lots of sex. He totally turns me on and I clearly turn him on. Sounds great, yes? Sadly, there’s a “but…” coming. He rarely orgasms. To make it worse, he’s frustrated by it. We have fun, engaging, raucous sex until I’ve climaxed several times and he’s too tired to continue. He’s in extremely good physical condition so it’s not that kind of tired. It’s more that we keep going until he’s frustrated. It’s all fun and games until the boy can’t come.
His take on it is that we’ll figure it out, we’re having a great time having sex anyway, and being with someone he loves is way more important to him (since finding sex is not difficult for either of us). My concern is that his growing frustration will make him stop wanting to have sex with me and that things will go downhill from there.
I can have sex for a rather long time it seems. Sex with someone I like just flat out feels great, whether I orgasm or not. I’m perfectly happy to keep going until my partner gets off. My last boyfriend (not lover) loved that it took him forever to come with me. He seemed to see it as an amazing bonus. The sound of my voice over the phone was enough to make him hard. His body associated me with great sex. It was awesome. He would sort of get lost in fucking me. It was incredibly sensual and he made me feel like a sex goddess. I guess my point is that it took him an unusually long time to orgasm with me, but he loved it.
I mentioned awhile back that M- eventually told me that not orgasming wasn’t normal for him and he didn’t feel connected to me sexually. He’s a little different though because he didn’t keep his erections once he was inside me, which led to lots of finger banging (which is no longer allowed). I could turn him on easily enough but couldn’t keep him there.
R- would pretty much keep going until I told him to let go and come. FWB definitely held out for quite awhile before he came and it seemed like it took an effort of concentration to reach that point. J- for the most part just came whenever and I never had to worry about it. Of course, that was before M- and I didn’t realize there could be a problem.
I don’t know what it is about me that is preventing these guys from climaxing as they’re accustomed to. I’ve never had children and I haven’t heard any feedback that they can’t feel me. I’m tight, and when I’m turned on I’m also damned wet. I’m enthusiastic about sex, meaning I’m an active participant. I’ll do just about anything short of standing on my head, but I definitely take the more passive role of letting the guy call the shots.
M- said the best sex we ever had was the time I totally took control and had my way with him. I’m not sure I’ve really tried that with CB. I sort of did this morning when I rode the hell out of him with no regard for getting myself off, but rather stayed in a position over him that maximized the feeling and rhythm of my pussy sliding up and down his cock. I got him close, but no cigar and then he flipped me onto my back and fucked me until I came.
Arrrggghhh! He decided this morning that we need to try sex in various other spots around the house. I’m totally down with that. I will try anything at this point. Maybe he needs to accept that sex with me is going to be a picnic in the park instead of a burger at the drive-thru and if he stops worrying about it, he’ll get there eventually. Otherwise, I’m open to suggestions…
