To catch up new followers (thanks ALL of you!) here’s the nuts and bolts of my personal story as it relates to this blog. Enjoy! …
the first times i had sex, things … um … didn’t go so well. specifically: i came fast. really fast. when i lost my virginity, i remember being so nervous and excited and then the MOMENT i started to slip in i lost control. i wasn’t even all the way in yet and it was over. i remember realizing what had happened and trying to cover it up by just thrusting away, but i was soft in about 10 seconds and it was pretty clear what had happened. it was terrible … but something about the embarrassment of it was exciting, and it sort of became a self-perpetuating routine. every time i was about to have sex, i already KNEW how it was going to end and as we were about to start, something about knowing that in 10 or 20 or 30 (or 5!) seconds I’d hear a gasp and a giggle and another “oh my god, you didn’t just come did you?” turned me on even more and it would be over even faster.
there’s something really youthful and out of control and embarrassing that’s somehow exciting. the moment before plunging in of both dread and anticipation of what’s going to happen. then either the immediate rush of pleasure OR the motionless pause trying to regain my composure followed by a few trembling, tentative thrusts, and then a humiliating shudder. and finally waiting for the reaction of surprise, shock, and/or suppressed laughter … it’s kinda fun.
stamina wise, i’m much better now (though i’ll probably never be a crazy STUD … and I’m always ridiculously quick during masturbation even though i try oh-so-hard to last), but every once and a while if i get too much in my head, or am being teased … or if it’s simply been a while, try as i might, i just lose control. and of course, when i AM quick, i always make sure to take care of my partner other ways. a great side-effect of my early “short cummings” was that i got GREAT at oral.
as much as i wanted to many many times … it’s pretty tough for a guy to fake NOT having an orgasm.
A few days ago she put the breaks on my morning friskiness.
Me (whispering between kisses and touches): I want to fuck you.
Her: Maybe tonight. I want it for real. I don’t want you just to be super quick and then have to leave.
Dirty email exchange from when I had a gf who loved to tease me about my … “issues”.
Me: i’ll jerk off right now so i’ll be able to bone you til dawn tomorrow!
Her: don’t get ahead of yourself, baby. you know what happens to you under pressure. do as you will tonight but lets not make promises you can’t keep.
I love this pic. Prolly because the girl looks just like my ex. Prolly also because this is how we sat oh-so-many times, me trembling, right on the edge, her smiling, feeling every twitch, kissing me and waiting waiting waiting for me to tell her she could move again. Twinges of intense pleasure would make me shudder and she’d gasp and moan and then laugh, turned on by how turned on she had me.