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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.

:confused:

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.

:confused:

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!

Nope, you weren't wrong. I have never hear of a man who didn't like a blowjob. It seems impossible. Especially the way you describe it above. I have to believe even if he was gay, he'd respond to that kind of attention...
 
So that one date I had a while back - which wasn't super successful - the one I started the lingerie thread over

Fuck!

Cookie, you need a great holiday. Get your airline ticket and come down here. We will host you. There are a few of us on Lit, we can pass you around to see the country, and have a few enjoyable experiences.


:)
 
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.

:confused:

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!

Fuck this guy. But you're right it's best that you didn't get what you wanted this time.
I totally know that achey, needy feeling. Like everything in the world would be better, there would be no problem we couldn't solve if I could just hold him in my mouth. And also the empty of wanting to give that to someone who's out of reach.

Things will get better, Cookers. They have to and this douche-canoe will be a funny story on the way one day. :heart:
 
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The finger exploring her mouth would be so much.hotter of it wasn't attached to Chuck Norris. :eek: That's just dangerous.
 
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.

:confused:

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??
 
Maybe he doesn't really enjoy being sucked?? Or you aren't any good at it??

You are such an ass. Why is it that you think your purpose in life is to shit on other people? Are you trying to make them as miserable as you seem to be yourself?

Please go away.....
 
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.

:confused:

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!

You know my feelings about this. I think I was the first one to call him a selfish prick.
Yes. It does happen, to the hardest men in the world it happens, but he knew it and he didn’t tell you. He knew he was never going to get hard. He KNEW what you were missing, and his ego let you go there, anyway, and fuck your feelings.

Are you wrong for initiating?
Why wouldn’t you?
It’s what you both talked about, except he left out the very major detail that he was impotent.

You didn’t know. I would have, too.

Are you wrong for wanting it now? Fuck no.
Sucking a man’s cock...It’s sexy and loving and close and intimate and worshipful and dirty.
You’ll get it, and so will he, future he, whoever he is, and it will be so good for you both.
And I want all the details.
 
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