Come On

Help me out here, Internet.

I love sex. I love sex, I love head, I love fingers and legs and lips and tongue and everything else.

It feels great. It has since I was 15 years old.

But I can’t come.

I can make myself reach orgasm while I’m alone, while I’m together, whatever, rarely problematic.

But without my help? There’s only ever been one. He made me climax – gosh, they’re such stupid-awkward terms – three times and it was marvelous. Made me feel fantastic and so, so full that I stopped masturbating all together for a while.

I want that.

I know it’s not my lovers’ fault because they consistently succeed with other women. He can make her come. There’s only been one other girl that he can remember in his litany of one night stands that he couldn’t get off.

Her and me. No wonder he thought Dumbo was my favorite :/

So, what’s wrong with me? Why can’t anyone make me get there? I can reach down and help myself out, and I do, but I want him to do it. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life like this.

I seem to be saying that a lot, lately.


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