No couple should go to bed angry. We rolled over and started spooning, I quickly fell asleep, we rolled away from each other as was normal. I didn’t mind, I fell asleep quickly. Or least I thought we were ok now.
She rolled in to me, pulled me closer.
“Babe, it’s been ages.” She wanted make up sex.
“I know babe but it’s been a long day, how about we wait until the morning?”
“Fine…”
I fell back to sleep.
A few minutes pass.
“Don’t you find me attractive anymore?” She slid her hands into my boxers.
“Of course I do, it’s just that I’m really tired… What’s the rush?”
“Then why are you ignoring me?”
“I’m not, come here.” she backed her hips up to mine then I put my hands around her waist.
Again eyes closing I start to drift off,
“I miss you.” She whispered in my ear, as she slide my hand south of her.
“I miss you too.” I replied whilst kissing her cheek.
“I’m so wet right now, I want you to go down on me.”
I obliged because I couldn’t say no. I had nothing against that, I actually enjoy performing oral. I enjoy the control and the way a woman moans and twists and turns, it’s like a front row seat of her sexual pleasure.
She peeled the covers back, I leant over on top of her, kissing her lips. She removed her top, exposing her breasts as she laid back and relaxed, I kissed her chest as I slid my hand between her thighs.
“I love it when you lick me out…” she moaned quietly. “Where’s your phone?”
I handed my phone to her, she unlocked it and searched for a well-known pornsite.
“What are you going to watch?” I questioned her and she scrolled through the categories, selecting lesbian.
“Hmm… this looks fun…” she pondered, pausing at a video.
“Sorority sisters test with hot blonde and brunette teen?” she purred.
“Ooo… that does sound naughty… I would love to watch another woman pleasure you.”
“Maybe one day…” she moaned quietly, whilst sliding her underwear off.
“Turn it up, I want to hear them as well.”
“Lick my pussy… I love it when you do that.” she whispered to me as took grasped at my hair and pushed me south.
I obliged and darted my tongue into her, she moaned softly, letting out small whimpers of ecstasy.
“Oh you’re so good at that, keep going.” She spoke softly at me.
I stopped to pause so I could talk. “You changed the video?”
“I didn’t say stop….” She overruled me, gripping at my hair and pushing my face back down in to her pussy. I kept licking eagerly as I heard another “Sweetheart videos” opening soundtrack to a different lesbian themed video.
“That last one was kind of boring.” she whimpered as rocked her hips upwards up and down my tongue..
“What are you watching now?” I questioned her.
“Doesn’t matter, keep going…”
“Ooo Show me…”
“No… it’s embarrassing….” She turned the volume down more so I couldn’t hear.
“I don’t care, I won’t judge.”
“Fine…” she turned the video to me, it was a group threesome. Two bossy brunette milfs worshiping a younger teen brunette secretary… one was fucking her with a strapon, whilst the other spooned and held her from behind, playing with her breasts her and yelling words of encouragement.
“Mmmm hot.” I whispered back to her, closing my eyes as I kept licking her clit hard. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but she definitely had bossy narcissistic mother issues. It probably didn’t help that she went to an all girls school growing up either…
“I’m so fucking close.” She moaned, tugging at my hair. “Right there, keep sucking on my clit… Oh god I’m going to cum!”
She began to tense up as she came. It wasn’t always obvious when she came, I just had to trust her word for it, she never seemed that excited, she wasn’t a heavy cummer and if she ever felt like she had to pee she always stopped, despite me telling her several times to just let it happen as she would probably squirt – I didn’t care if she did pee especially if we put towels down first.
“That was amazing.” She whispered back to me, shutting off the video by locking my phone. “Are you sure you like doing that?” she questioned me as she put her top back on.
“Of course I do… I find it hot when you come.”
I was quite tired. I still wasn’t that aroused, the sex we had just had was mostly mechanical. Although felt a bit better for giving her an orgasm, I still felt quite disconnected from her, I just wanted to go back to sleep.,
“Babe… put a condom on.”
“We don’t have to, we can leave it till the morning.”
“But I want to feel you inside of me… right now.”
Reluctantly I reached over to my bag and got a condom out. I slid my boxers off. My hands were still wet, I struggled to open the packaging,
“Why aren’t you hard, don’t you find me attractive anymore?”
“No it’s not that” I told her whilst still thumbing with the packaging. I was still attracted to her, just tired and I wasn’t in the mood to perform.
“Why don’t you want me then?” she asked.
“I do but it’s kind of late and I’m tired, let’s just wait until the morning…”
“But I want you now…. We won’t have time in the morning…”
No of course not. Sex was an afterthought and to be having sex on holiday instead of exploring the location was considered a waste of time. I was stressed, tired, worried about my ability to get hard and put on a condom, but I did it anyway. Bit the wrapper open, rolled it down a semi.
“Just admit it, you don’t love me or find me attractive do you, why can’t you get hard?”
That’s probably the worst thing you can tell a man trying to perform, as all it does is put him under more stress.
“You know that’s not true, I love you.”
As I stretch the plastic over and touch myself to increase my erection, she pulls on my hair lightly, kissing my neck. Our lips meet, we kiss, she takes my member in her hand and tugs at me gently. She wasn’t really committed to touching me ever, normally no more than 10 strokes. She was squeamish and seemed to find sex disgusting.
“I love you too.” she looked into my eyes whilst guiding me in to her.
Being wanted put me in the mood, forget sleep, this is exciting, finally this was the closeness that we needed.
She perched on the end of the bed, I’m standing, she wraps her legs around me, kissing me deeply, pulling my head by the hair in to her chest. I gentle thrust in to her, a wave of pleasure flows through my spine. More than just the physical sensations, but I’m excited to be feeling such closeness with her. I’m on top, enjoying seeing her pleasure, watching her groan in ecstasy as I gentle thrust back and forth into her cervix, my body rushing with lust and hormones, I feel lightheaded from the excitement.
Flashbacks of the last time we fucked in Amsterdam all those years ago come flooding back – the days when we didn’t rush and she wore lingerie for me. I’d sit on the bed in anticipation, literally shaking with excitement and I hadn’t even seen her yet, but I knew she wanted me and that was enough.
“Hurry up, I’m going to cum!” she yells at me.
“I don’t think I can come yet – I’m really not that close”
“Yes you can. Please cum in my pussy!” she moaned.
She tries harder. More rough,
“Please cum inside me.” she pouted.” Please fill me up baby.”
She’s pulling on my hair, being bossy, demanding, dominant; she seems far more animated and vocal than normal, but I put it down to the excitement of holiday birthday make up sex and alcohol. Rough sex doesn’t necessarily appeal to me, but their pleasure is pleasurable to me, so if they’re into it, I’ll go with the flow.
“I’m so close, cum with me! I want to feel you deep inside…”
“Don’t hold back, cum now!”
“No – not until you cum with me!”
Her pulling on my hair has actually become quite painful at this point… I could feel my erection fading thanks to a combination of stress tiredness and alcohol.
“Cum without me!” I knew I wasn’t going to get there. I wanted her to finish so I could get back to sleep, I didn’t care about my own selfish orgasm.
“I can’t hold back any more… I’m coming, cum for me now!” she yelled out.
I was nowhere near close, but I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I decided to fake it.
“Oh fuck yes!” I cried out whilst attempting to fake an orgasm, closing my eyes, squeezing my pubic muscles, hoping that her contractions would be enough to stimulate me into a mild orgasm so that I wouldn’t have to fake it, but I couldn’t… at least she wouldn’t know because of the condom.
As she came, her body shook and she groaned also… and then it happened…
I was immediately shocked and confused. I fell back off the bed. I hadn’t seen what happen as I trusted her enough to close my eyes. I thought it was an accident or part of the rough sex had gone wrong, but then I could taste the metalicness of my blood.
I was standing at the end of the bed, gripping my jaw and looking back at her in disbelief and confusion. She was sitting bolt upright, panting and staring me down, fist still clenched, her eyes full of rage. This was no accident…
“What the fuck did you do that for?!” yelled at her whilst holding my lip
“I don’t know what came over me… I just had some pent up anger… you made me do it!”
I looked at the floor, there was a blood splatter on carpet where I had bitten through my lip after the punch..
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I screamed at her as backed away then locked myself in the bathroom.
“You made me do it!” I heard her cry out again.
I must have been in there for at least 15 minutes, I spent most of that time crying from the shock and rinsing my mouth with cold water in an attempt to get my lip to stop bleeding.
I had never, ever laid a finger on her – not in or out of the bedroom, and yet she had seemingly emasculated me within seconds.
As I gaze into the mirror, I panic. My eye is red and puffy, my vision is a little hazy but probably from the tears. My face stings from the punch and all I can think is:
Why did she hit me?
What the fuck is wrong with this woman?
What did I do wrong?
What the fuck is wrong with my life?
How did I end up in this situation?
I loved her. We had invested so much time together… or had I been trapped for so long? She didn’t respect me at all, I never treated her well enough. Every time I got close to doing enough, she would move the bar a little higher and the post a little further – each gift requiring to be progressively more expensive or extravagant than the last.
I sobbed in the bathroom, rinsing my mouth with cold water, crying and trying to come to terms with what had happened. This wasn’t the first time she had hit me and I should have seen the warning signs earlier – but she had never hit me during sex. Not when I was physically and emotionally vulnerable. I stared into the mirror for what seemed like an eternity, my mind racing at the complexity of our relationship, trying to justify her actions and work out what I had done wrong to upset her so much, but I couldn’t find a reason to justify her hitting me. I eventually calmed down enough and had no choice but to leave the bathroom.
I climbed into our bed. I stared at her sleeping on her side, her smug smile resting on the back of her praying hands. How could she sleep so sound knowing what she had just done? Did she not feel guilty at all? I rolled over, facing away from her 3 ft away in a king sized bed. As I laid there I started crying yet again, I realised our relationship had just died. I couldn’t sleep now. All I could think is that I would rather be with anyone else at this moment. Had we not been in a foreign country, I’d have left her there and then.
I didn’t trust her anymore. That would be the last time we ever had sex.
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