I’ve got something of a predicament, friends. It’s quite the frustrating one; though, not an important one. I’ve tried to overlook it. I’ve also tried to combat it. Nothing is working. I can’t make him come in my mouth.
And I fucking hate it.
I Can’t Make Him Come In My Mouth
We (One Ball and I) have been together for five or six months now, and he has never jizzed into my mouth. Not once. Not even one solitary fucking time. My blowjobs don’t make him come. I love giving blowjobs, and I love it when a man jizzes in my mouth, so you can imagine my feelings of dejection here, right? No? Just me? Okay then.
I’ve tried everything – and I mean everything.
Attempt #1
I gave him a blowjob on the bed for about 45 minutes – hands, mouth, lots of saliva, lots of realistic moans of enjoyment, and even some additional lubricant, flavoured, of course.
Nothing.
I don’t even think he came close to coming.
Eventually, we both gave up, and he fucked me on the bedroom floor instead… complete with friction burns from the carpet.
Attempt #2
I was on the bed, on my back, and he squatted over my head and fucked my face. It was his idea. I just went with it. Sure, whatever you want, whatever will get you to come in my mouth. I’m sure it’ll be as hot as hell! 😉
Fail.
I did almost die a couple of times, though.
Attempt #3
He promised to give up all sexual activity – wanking, the lot – for one whole week before he came to see me. I think he actually abstained, too; he was whining like a proper little bitch.
Then, I gave him head. On my knees, eyes looking up, dressed all slutty in his favourite lingerie…
Nothing.
No pressure, though. Once again, we switched to sex and finished things off just fine.
Attempt #4
I’m starting to think that I’m the worst blowjob giver in the whole world. It’s not working. Nothing is working. This time, he fucked my face as my back was against the wall. Tenderly at first. Gingerly. Over time, though, he got rougher and faster, holding my head in both hands and grinning to himself every time he heard me gag.
Did it work?
Did it fuck.
Once again, we gave up and fucked instead.
We’ve had attempt #5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10…
Basically, every single time we see each other, I give him head, he doesn’t come, and we have sex instead. We’ve added porn to the mix. Sex toys. All manner of lubricants and gels and whatnots. Lingerie. Heels. Nudity. Me touching myself at the same time. Him touching me at the same time. Playing with the [one] ball. Not playing with it. Sucking them. Not sucking them. A finger near the ass. No fingers near the ass.
I’ve learned what he likes and dislikes. For example, he doesn’t enjoy it when I wank and suck at the same time. He likes it when I grip the base and he groans like hell when I take him deep into my mouth, lightly gagging as I do.
I’ve learned it, and I’ve done all of it.
Nothing is working.
Sigh.
Dealbreaker?
I’m trying really hard to be cool, because I don’t want to give him a complex about it, but… well… maybe this is a dealbreaker for me. It’s ridiculous, I know, but there you go. I need a man who can nut in my mouth. It’s not a want: it’s a need.
I walk away from the situation feeling useless. Like I can’t do the one thing I actually love doing. And I really do love doing it. Five minutes of sucking a beautiful sick is enough to get me wetter than the damn Pacific.
But not now. Not with this guy. Not with this situation.
Am I being ridiculous? Or do you understand? It feels daft as fuck to veto a guy because he can’t come in my mouth, but with everything else that has happened… is this really worth it?
I just want him to come in my mouth.
Is that too much to ask for?
The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: Other Good Adjectives.
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