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*sigh*
Just like that.
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This is hot. But it would be hard to be this passive.
So that one date I had a while back - which wasn't super successful - the one I started the lingerie thread over - I've been thinking about this a lot because I tried to suck his cock, I was all over it and he just didn't want it.
I initiated the monkey business because it's been a long time since I've had a hard cock down my throat. Let's just say I STILL HAVEN'T.
What's the deal? It never occurred to me he actually didn't like me. I mean, even if he didn't -- really? No go on fucking my face??
At the time I initiated fooling around, he seemed to be in to me, in to cuddling, smooching, getting to first base. After day two (this was a sleepover date, we lived in different states) of this canoodling, I was ready for more.
I got on my knees, between his legs, pressed my face in to his cock and started licking, stroking, kissing his balls, his cock. No response from his wiener.
His hands were in my hair, that felt really good. He was making noises like he liked it. Haha! Maybe they were groans of WTF??
A few minutes of this went on and I could tell something was off. It wasn't just that his cock wasn't getting hard. That happens sometimes. It was everything all added up. He got a little quiet. He wasn't really moving with me. I'm all slobbery and gobbly and it took me another minute to realize this wasn't going in the right direction.
I just got up and said let's go to lunch.
We talked about it a little bit. I was trying to be all "it's ok, it happens" -- in hindsight I wish I would've called him a selfish prick. So what if his cock doesn't work? There's other ways to do stuff. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand, if he wasn't really in to it, why let me go on and on? Man up and say nope, the chemistry's off.
I realize this is a Debbie Downer blow job story. The plan was to talk about wanting, needing, craving cock - heavy on my tongue, sliding down my throat, hands in my hair. The whole thing - how it feels to have my tits pressed up to his legs, my pussy is empty, aching, wet but my mouth is full. Thinking I have some amount of control over the flow, over his cock when it takes a turn and my mouth becomes a cunt. Lips stretched, mouth used, fucked, catching my breath.
I want it. I feel it as I type this. It fucking aches.
But back to the story. Was I wrong for initiating? Not picking up a million red flags? I think I'm better off that he didn't just fuck my throat and ghost me later. Right???
Fuck!
So that one date I had a while back - which wasn't super successful - the one I started the lingerie thread over
Fuck!
So that one date I had a while back - which wasn't super successful - the one I started the lingerie thread over - I've been thinking about this a lot because I tried to suck his cock, I was all over it and he just didn't want it.
I initiated the monkey business because it's been a long time since I've had a hard cock down my throat. Let's just say I STILL HAVEN'T.
What's the deal? It never occurred to me he actually didn't like me. I mean, even if he didn't -- really? No go on fucking my face??
At the time I initiated fooling around, he seemed to be in to me, in to cuddling, smooching, getting to first base. After day two (this was a sleepover date, we lived in different states) of this canoodling, I was ready for more.
I got on my knees, between his legs, pressed my face in to his cock and started licking, stroking, kissing his balls, his cock. No response from his wiener.
His hands were in my hair, that felt really good. He was making noises like he liked it. Haha! Maybe they were groans of WTF??
A few minutes of this went on and I could tell something was off. It wasn't just that his cock wasn't getting hard. That happens sometimes. It was everything all added up. He got a little quiet. He wasn't really moving with me. I'm all slobbery and gobbly and it took me another minute to realize this wasn't going in the right direction.
I just got up and said let's go to lunch.
We talked about it a little bit. I was trying to be all "it's ok, it happens" -- in hindsight I wish I would've called him a selfish prick. So what if his cock doesn't work? There's other ways to do stuff. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand, if he wasn't really in to it, why let me go on and on? Man up and say nope, the chemistry's off.
I realize this is a Debbie Downer blow job story. The plan was to talk about wanting, needing, craving cock - heavy on my tongue, sliding down my throat, hands in my hair. The whole thing - how it feels to have my tits pressed up to his legs, my pussy is empty, aching, wet but my mouth is full. Thinking I have some amount of control over the flow, over his cock when it takes a turn and my mouth becomes a cunt. Lips stretched, mouth used, fucked, catching my breath.
I want it. I feel it as I type this. It fucking aches.
But back to the story. Was I wrong for initiating? Not picking up a million red flags? I think I'm better off that he didn't just fuck my throat and ghost me later. Right???
Fuck!
So that one date I had a while back - which wasn't super successful - the one I started the lingerie thread over - I've been thinking about this a lot because I tried to suck his cock, I was all over it and he just didn't want it.
I initiated the monkey business because it's been a long time since I've had a hard cock down my throat. Let's just say I STILL HAVEN'T.
What's the deal? It never occurred to me he actually didn't like me. I mean, even if he didn't -- really? No go on fucking my face??
At the time I initiated fooling around, he seemed to be in to me, in to cuddling, smooching, getting to first base. After day two (this was a sleepover date, we lived in different states) of this canoodling, I was ready for more.
I got on my knees, between his legs, pressed my face in to his cock and started licking, stroking, kissing his balls, his cock. No response from his wiener.
His hands were in my hair, that felt really good. He was making noises like he liked it. Haha! Maybe they were groans of WTF??
A few minutes of this went on and I could tell something was off. It wasn't just that his cock wasn't getting hard. That happens sometimes. It was everything all added up. He got a little quiet. He wasn't really moving with me. I'm all slobbery and gobbly and it took me another minute to realize this wasn't going in the right direction.
I just got up and said let's go to lunch.
We talked about it a little bit. I was trying to be all "it's ok, it happens" -- in hindsight I wish I would've called him a selfish prick. So what if his cock doesn't work? There's other ways to do stuff. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand, if he wasn't really in to it, why let me go on and on? Man up and say nope, the chemistry's off.
I realize this is a Debbie Downer blow job story. The plan was to talk about wanting, needing, craving cock - heavy on my tongue, sliding down my throat, hands in my hair. The whole thing - how it feels to have my tits pressed up to his legs, my pussy is empty, aching, wet but my mouth is full. Thinking I have some amount of control over the flow, over his cock when it takes a turn and my mouth becomes a cunt. Lips stretched, mouth used, fucked, catching my breath.
I want it. I feel it as I type this. It fucking aches.
But back to the story. Was I wrong for initiating? Not picking up a million red flags? I think I'm better off that he didn't just fuck my throat and ghost me later. Right???
Fuck!
Maybe he doesn't really enjoy being sucked?? Or you aren't any good at it??
So that one date I had a while back - which wasn't super successful - the one I started the lingerie thread over - I've been thinking about this a lot because I tried to suck his cock, I was all over it and he just didn't want it.
I initiated the monkey business because it's been a long time since I've had a hard cock down my throat. Let's just say I STILL HAVEN'T.
What's the deal? It never occurred to me he actually didn't like me. I mean, even if he didn't -- really? No go on fucking my face??
At the time I initiated fooling around, he seemed to be in to me, in to cuddling, smooching, getting to first base. After day two (this was a sleepover date, we lived in different states) of this canoodling, I was ready for more.
I got on my knees, between his legs, pressed my face in to his cock and started licking, stroking, kissing his balls, his cock. No response from his wiener.
His hands were in my hair, that felt really good. He was making noises like he liked it. Haha! Maybe they were groans of WTF??
A few minutes of this went on and I could tell something was off. It wasn't just that his cock wasn't getting hard. That happens sometimes. It was everything all added up. He got a little quiet. He wasn't really moving with me. I'm all slobbery and gobbly and it took me another minute to realize this wasn't going in the right direction.
I just got up and said let's go to lunch.
We talked about it a little bit. I was trying to be all "it's ok, it happens" -- in hindsight I wish I would've called him a selfish prick. So what if his cock doesn't work? There's other ways to do stuff. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand, if he wasn't really in to it, why let me go on and on? Man up and say nope, the chemistry's off.
I realize this is a Debbie Downer blow job story. The plan was to talk about wanting, needing, craving cock - heavy on my tongue, sliding down my throat, hands in my hair. The whole thing - how it feels to have my tits pressed up to his legs, my pussy is empty, aching, wet but my mouth is full. Thinking I have some amount of control over the flow, over his cock when it takes a turn and my mouth becomes a cunt. Lips stretched, mouth used, fucked, catching my breath.
I want it. I feel it as I type this. It fucking aches.
But back to the story. Was I wrong for initiating? Not picking up a million red flags? I think I'm better off that he didn't just fuck my throat and ghost me later. Right???
Fuck!