Like a One Night Stand Without the Sex
by Anonmyous (NSFW)
I held his dick in my hands, in my mouth, in between my breasts. I licked up his cum when he came and accepted his offering of my own cum when I did the same. We were sleepily sexual for most of the night. I loved the fact that he was uncut. He was surprised that I cared. He was also surprised that I didn't realize how huge he was until he pointed it out. I was so turned on by the way his dick flopped out of his pants and onto his abdomen. I couldn't fit him all the way in my mouth, even though I wanted to. I wish I had been able to take all of him, all the way down to the balls, into my mouth. I enjoyed hearing his little noises of satisfaction more than oral sex he tried on me. Even though he was more experienced, I made him cum twice and he never made me truly orgasm. I loved being with him in that way, but I didn't love him.
He said I was the "biggest woman" he had ever been with, that I was "a little bigger than a girlfriend he had in high school", that my boobs were "perkier than expected", and that he was "pleasantly surprised" by my body. All of these weren't really compliments. The only compliments that he gave me were about my growth in technique, as I had never sucked cock before. "You're a natural." I think the nicest thing he said to me was "Look at you!" softly when I was spread before him.
I loved the intimacy that we shared, but I didn't love how he treated me, I didn't love him. He did admit to being shallower than he liked and that he was "working on it", but that wouldn't be enough for me. He didn't seem to understand me when I told him that I couldn't change the way I am and I didn't want to. He didn't really seem to acknowledge that I was leading a healthy life style, merely mumbling a cop-out, "what ever you think is healthy for you."
He very much wanted me to suck his cock. At first I chickened out, because I felt pressured. Like he was urging me past what I wanted. He wasn't, but he was urging me to what I wanted. I refused to be pressured, so I got to his dick in my own sweet time, when I wanted to (and I did want to). When I told him it was my first oral sex and that I hadn't even let my ex of four months get as far as we had in a night, he said "aww poor guy hahaha." I sucked on a dick attached to a dick. And I liked it. He had a lot of flaws, ones that would make it impossible to for me to date him, but for that night I just went with it as far as I felt comfortable. Of course at times I felt uncomfortable, but never so much that I didn't speak up. Sometimes the way he touched me was too rough for my taste, but I wanted to experience his style. A lot of little things slipped by me. At the time I didn't care, just absorbed and moved on. Now I am struggling a bit to deal with the aftermath.
I wouldn't take it back. It was a learning experience for me. One that was sometimes hard, confusing, funny, hot, mildly painful, and always emotionally complex. I feel like the next time I'm intimate I will be better able to speak out, get what I want, and refuse what I don't want. He liked giving me pointers, which I readily took or left, when I played with his cock. At one point he said, "Get on your knees." I removed my mouth from his dick, looked him straight in the eye, said a firm, "No," and went back to sucking how I wanted to. At that moment I felt empowered by refusing him and also very, very sexy. It was if I declared that although we were playing I was not his plaything. Even though I didn’t do exactly what he wanted and he didn’t do exactly what I wanted, we still had fun.
I enjoyed exploring his body, my sexuality, his personality, my limits, his style, and my pleasure. I liked when he talked me through an orgasm like he was telling me a naughty bedtime story. I disliked when he wanted me to say his name louder and louder. The way he nipped, bit, and burrowed into my neck made me hot. The way he roughly pulled my nipples did not. I don't know why I didn't tell him. Maybe I thought he would leave if I instructed him too much. I probably placed too much value in his "experience" compared to mine. I feel confident that in the future I will be bolder and get more pleasure out of my sexual interactions.
I seriously, well as serious as I could under the circumstances, considered going all the way, having sex with him. I think I would have if I wasn't a virgin. I don't place much stock in the virginity complex, but I really do want my first time to be with someone special, with someone who will stay for breakfast and second breakfast, maybe even third breakfast. Someone who doesn't just "accept" my body, but fucking loves it as much as I do, or more! Some one who makes me feel more good than bad, if at all bad. A man who listens to, and agrees with my values. If I had already found, had that, and was as single as I am now, I would not have balked at the idea of pulling out the condom and fucking him hard. I'm glad that I didn't have sex with him. I'm also glad that I did share all of those experiences with him. I would do it again, probably not with him. I feel like I got enough that I wanted from him and he got enough from me to be satisfied.
I thought he would leave at 2am but he didn't leave until morning. He left, on what I called his "walk of glory," commando as we had made quick dirty work of both of our underwear. When he was getting dressed I joked that I was under-dressed. I was completely naked on my bed. Comfortable, beautiful. Despite everything and because of everything.
He said I was the "biggest woman" he had ever been with, that I was "a little bigger than a girlfriend he had in high school", that my boobs were "perkier than expected", and that he was "pleasantly surprised" by my body. All of these weren't really compliments. The only compliments that he gave me were about my growth in technique, as I had never sucked cock before. "You're a natural." I think the nicest thing he said to me was "Look at you!" softly when I was spread before him.
I loved the intimacy that we shared, but I didn't love how he treated me, I didn't love him. He did admit to being shallower than he liked and that he was "working on it", but that wouldn't be enough for me. He didn't seem to understand me when I told him that I couldn't change the way I am and I didn't want to. He didn't really seem to acknowledge that I was leading a healthy life style, merely mumbling a cop-out, "what ever you think is healthy for you."
He very much wanted me to suck his cock. At first I chickened out, because I felt pressured. Like he was urging me past what I wanted. He wasn't, but he was urging me to what I wanted. I refused to be pressured, so I got to his dick in my own sweet time, when I wanted to (and I did want to). When I told him it was my first oral sex and that I hadn't even let my ex of four months get as far as we had in a night, he said "aww poor guy hahaha." I sucked on a dick attached to a dick. And I liked it. He had a lot of flaws, ones that would make it impossible to for me to date him, but for that night I just went with it as far as I felt comfortable. Of course at times I felt uncomfortable, but never so much that I didn't speak up. Sometimes the way he touched me was too rough for my taste, but I wanted to experience his style. A lot of little things slipped by me. At the time I didn't care, just absorbed and moved on. Now I am struggling a bit to deal with the aftermath.
I wouldn't take it back. It was a learning experience for me. One that was sometimes hard, confusing, funny, hot, mildly painful, and always emotionally complex. I feel like the next time I'm intimate I will be better able to speak out, get what I want, and refuse what I don't want. He liked giving me pointers, which I readily took or left, when I played with his cock. At one point he said, "Get on your knees." I removed my mouth from his dick, looked him straight in the eye, said a firm, "No," and went back to sucking how I wanted to. At that moment I felt empowered by refusing him and also very, very sexy. It was if I declared that although we were playing I was not his plaything. Even though I didn’t do exactly what he wanted and he didn’t do exactly what I wanted, we still had fun.
I enjoyed exploring his body, my sexuality, his personality, my limits, his style, and my pleasure. I liked when he talked me through an orgasm like he was telling me a naughty bedtime story. I disliked when he wanted me to say his name louder and louder. The way he nipped, bit, and burrowed into my neck made me hot. The way he roughly pulled my nipples did not. I don't know why I didn't tell him. Maybe I thought he would leave if I instructed him too much. I probably placed too much value in his "experience" compared to mine. I feel confident that in the future I will be bolder and get more pleasure out of my sexual interactions.
I seriously, well as serious as I could under the circumstances, considered going all the way, having sex with him. I think I would have if I wasn't a virgin. I don't place much stock in the virginity complex, but I really do want my first time to be with someone special, with someone who will stay for breakfast and second breakfast, maybe even third breakfast. Someone who doesn't just "accept" my body, but fucking loves it as much as I do, or more! Some one who makes me feel more good than bad, if at all bad. A man who listens to, and agrees with my values. If I had already found, had that, and was as single as I am now, I would not have balked at the idea of pulling out the condom and fucking him hard. I'm glad that I didn't have sex with him. I'm also glad that I did share all of those experiences with him. I would do it again, probably not with him. I feel like I got enough that I wanted from him and he got enough from me to be satisfied.
I thought he would leave at 2am but he didn't leave until morning. He left, on what I called his "walk of glory," commando as we had made quick dirty work of both of our underwear. When he was getting dressed I joked that I was under-dressed. I was completely naked on my bed. Comfortable, beautiful. Despite everything and because of everything.