One Night of No Jizz
Yeah, so, One Ball didn’t come. No jizz. Nada. Not while he was fucking me, not while I was jerking him off… and, well, I’m not really sure what to do, think, or say about it. I think this might be exactly the sort of thing I should talk about on this dating and sex blog – so, let’s get straight to the one night of no jizz
I had a great night. Like, a really great night. I came three times, got fucked into the night, and went to sleep with a man’s arms around me. It was so perfect. He smelled good enough to eat. My pillow still smells of him, and it makes my cunt twinge every time I take a good whiff.
Everything was fucking wonderful, all I could’ve hoped it would be, and then some.
But he didn’t come.
And now it’s playing on my mind.
Why didn’t he come? Did I do something wrong? Is he not into me? Do I not tickle his pickle?!
I know the big O isn’t the be-all and end-all of sex. Heck, I’ve had enough fucks where I didn’t come but still had a great time regardless, to prove that. But on those times, the man came, and I didn’t, which is kinda the norm, isn’t it?
He did offer an explanation, not that he owed me one:
“I wanked before I came here, so I wasn’t a walking erection around you. I guess it’s backfired now.”
That’s cute and all… but I wanted the jizz. I feel disappointed (and confused) without the jizz. I feel disappointed and confused now, and also like I’ve done something wrong. I’ve fucked up somehow. I’ve failed in the sex department.
We fucked multiple times. Like, three, four, five different “sessions,” of sorts. We stopped and started, stopped and started, stopped and started…
He doesn’t like me, does he?
I know I’m spiralling. I think that means, I really like him. He could’ve been nervous or tired or overworked or whatever, yes… but he got it up just fine. He was hard for the majority of the night. There was just no jizz.
Maybe it’s the whole one bollock business? Maybe I need to brush up on my biology. Maybe I need to just wait and see how things go?
One night of no jizz does not a failed relationship make.
To be continued.
Again.
I hope.
A-fucking-gain.
So much love to you for reading my blog today! 🖤
You can read all about One Ball’s story, from start to finish, right here.
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