I’m pretty sure most women at one point in time or another said, “I would LOVE to find a man who has a fetish for eating pussy!”. I found that man and dated him for a minute.
It seemed too awesome at first. We got along so well and had so much in common. He was a musician and I’ve always said that if a man can play a guitar like that, imagine what his fingers could do to you? He got me off just by sucking on my nipples. I’ve never had that happen before in my life! Then again, he had am amazing tongue. Unfortunately, he also kissed the same way and, I’m sorry, that’s just not what I like. But the rest of it was epic.
He was very specific of what he wanted and literally got off by not getting off. Seriously, no getting off inside, no touching “it” for long or anything. When he said he wanted to get off only by eating pussy, he meant it. A fact I apparently didn’t take as seriously as he did. I learned a lot though. I had no idea there was such a thing as a strap on that a man could attach to his face for a woman to fuck. I learned of all kinds of ways a man can eat pussy. Some really nice; some not my style.
What ended everything was one night I got on top of him and rode him too long (literally couldn’t have been more than 2 minutes as he had held it in a long time) and just as he said, “I’m about to cum” I still kept on instead of getting up and sitting on his face and he came. Sorry, not sorry, but even though I primarily get off by finger or tongue play, I love a good dick and the thicker the better. It immediately changed his whole demeanor. I went home shortly after and even though he told me to call when I got home, he didn’t answer. He finally texted me later and said he fell asleep. The next day he told me of his disdain for letting him cum. You know? He was a tall, big guy, but he wasn’t that big in the pants. Not big in the sense that, as a lot of women know, if a guy cums in you while you’re on top and quickly his cum rests on his balls, he’s not exactly thick. Anyway, after he “thought it about it” for a day, decided I just wouldn’t work.
I understand. I have some specifics I need filled as well. I couldn’t fulfill his exact fantasy. For whatever fucked up reason though I thought we’d still end up dating due to our connection and commonalities and I was going to “try and do better”. I’m a fucking hopeless romantic despite my jaded personality and to this day always remain hopeful. Apparently, that is why it took him so long to reach his “decision”. I was a little disappointed, but went right back on POF looking for the illusive “ONE”.