It became painfully obvious that my turn-on of girls crying is related to my own penchant for sad lovemaking.
I’ve always liked the idea of bringing someone from tears to blissful physical pleasure. Like make-up sex without the fighting.
A girl was able to do that for me once, so I’ve always wanted to be able to do it for someone else.
Either that, or my sadness is mingling with my lust.
Prolongs pleasure with climax control lubricant.
I wonder what the target market is. Men who can’t seem to last longer than eight seconds, or sensitive guys who just want to be better lovers for their woman? I’ve been led to believe that they’re for men who don’t enjoy having any feelings in their cock after sex. (I apologize for the use of the word cock in the last sentence. My entries have been commented as being strongly penile, which bothers some women. The word itself makes some women uncomfortable. Penis.)
They remind me of this trip to the dentist I had when I was young, and had been a bad boy for letting a cavity develop. Before cleaning the site and cementing the filling, my dentist stuck me with three needles of local anesthetic. 15 minutes later, he came back and started to work sore, fully sensational, mouth. I left his office, and shortly after I got home, my mouth went completely numb and I stharted to taalk liyke thith.
I keep finding new white hairs on my head. I’m starting to go slightly grey on the sides like my father, although he started at 15. My hair is still very thick though, while his has thinned significantly. Some see the thick hair as a good thing, but I see it mostly as a hassle. If I don’t condition, it turns coarse. Aaron jokes that it’s my mane, as if girls grab onto it to control me during sex.
One of the most embarrassing things to ever happen to me was when I was getting intimate with a person I just started dating. She suddenly said, “I don’t think we should be doing this…”, in a sort of whiny, operatic tone.
First thought: “Uh oh”
Second thought: “Oh wait, I get it. Quick, say something sexy”
First words out of mouth: “Don’t you want to?”
Third thought: “Oh god I’m an idiot”
Her response: “Just gotta play along…”
We hadn’t known each other for very long, so it’s not like the whole concept of role-playing had been previously discussed. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because I’m the worst actor in the world if I’m unprepared. If I have a story or mindset planned out beforehand I can act perfectly, but if I have to think on the spot my mind just freezes. The hardest part of a situation like this is that I’d feel like I was taking advantage of a girl (albeit falsely), which is something I don’t think I could even pretend to do.
I wonder if anyone else enjoys making love when they’re sad.
