Here is some of the hardest lessons I have learned when it came to being so overconfident as to wing it without any physical and mental preparation.
If you really want to be a player, you have to train for it. Being a schmuck and proud of it is pathetic really when your partner bears the brunt of your flaccidity.
Sex is just like any activity wherein you must be at your best or lose respect of your peers or your partner. Unless you want it to just be a master and servant relation which is, if you ask me, one of the most boring sort of partnerships where no mental development could be attained at all, nor any emotional and spiritual advancement whatsoever.
So it was my rest day from the office and my woman usually expects us to have time for each other. However, despite of having no sufficient sleep the day before, I had accepted my buddies invitation to have a drink. We did have a great time, lots of laughs, and I had not drank for quite a while, so I relished it. I then had to meet with my woman, who dutifully accompanies me to the university to sign up for another semester for my Master’s degree course. When that was done, Kenny G’s Silhouette started to play in the air.
We had a great start. She let me shower first, she had to check her messages from her people from her restaurant business. When I got freshened, she went ahead and bathed. Maybe I should have kissed her nipples first and pussy, but when she went to the bed, she bent over and invited me to penetrate her vagina while her white round buttocks inveigled me. How could I forget that even she did offer me herself that way, nothing sets the mood than a hot, teasing foreplay. Instead, I lost my desensitization that I earn by exploring her body first when I let myself have my innate way. I went crazy, who wouldn’t, when her hot bod was pointed to me that way. However, I kept stopping for breath, panting, and I had frustrated her for not allowing enough rhythm to turn her on and burst into liquid heat. That’s when she just got exasperated and turned her back at me, frigidly.
What a frigging loser was I! What was I thinking!?
If you were only there, there I was, mewling like an alley cat just to get my piece while she just fumed at what she suspected as an unwarranted buddy alcohol binge. I knew she had smelled it through my skin and breath even though I did brush my teeth and showered thoroughly, and that I had neglected informing her of this little all guy gathering, which I should have.
I resumed kissing her whole length of body and kept on caressing her inner, lightly furred, delicious hidden delta. With her legs closed as she lay on her side I did slide my manhood and swooned at her delicious inner loveliness. When she finally opened her paradise cove, I devoured it like a hungry lion and gently but lusciously let her feel my ministrations come in and out of her eager labias while she closed her eyes and moaned her approval to the envious ceiling. I closed the light and we had our mouths on each other’s genitals. In the dark we lost track of time while we mutually licked and sucked with our hot tongues and deep intakes. When we got our fill of that hot oral exchange, I turned on the light and went back to her lovely center so that I could probe her wetness between her milky legs. It was a long time, I had the patience and the desire to enjoy her body orally more.
She violently pulled my head down when she had lost control. I drank everything from her like divine mead.
Still, I could have lengthened our experience. I had put in my manhood and started to rock her. Lord, how beautiful she is when she is orally served! How her skin glowed and how sexily her lips part and her hungry eyes stare when I sex her again and again lovingly.
Alcohol may strengthen brotherhood, but it saps energy for being her Big Brother.
I broke water, so to speak, and with a yell, I had to spill it all over her belly as she, laughingly, accepted, but, knowing her knowing me, that’s not my usual style. I had to doze while again she just fiddled with her phone, ugh! I woke up with a bad headache for all the beer still there and then this.
When you do such regrettable foibles, small things that could affect big relationships, you have to be prepared for the danger of being single again as some nasty payback gets into her mind and punishes you for good. Oh yeah, there are a lot of women out there who just might fancy a man about town like me, but she is rare to go by, a real gem of a woman. I got my just deserts when she ogled another guy and I could not risk being a dictator by scolding her for it. Yeah, I could pummel the damn chump but what would that give me? A day in court? Moral damages, fines? You don’t make your woman stay by punches. You make her stay by consistently being the Ready Man.
Oh well, you live to fight another day. Will she be understanding after all I have done for her?
