Ultimate pleasure

Hot water from the shower is whipping my body, trying to wash away yet another disappointing night. I kicked him out about half hour ago, had a cigarette and went to finish the job he was supposed to do.
My hands are slowly moving down my body, teasing my nipples a little until they are perked and sensitive. I slide a bit lower, down the belly, between my legs. Shower head in one hand, massaging my clitoris. My other hand is gently rubbing my entrance. I can feel as I am getting more and more wet, my fingers sliding inside and out and my body is tingling and almost shaking. Suddenly, wave of pleasure strikes through my body and I let out a moan.

I am divorced, successful in my carrier field, rich and responsible for most of my orgasms during the past few years.
I don’t have an issue to get a man, even a decade or more younger, but they usually either suck or get too attached, which is really annoying.
“It was the best sex of my life” I believe you, champ. But we are done, you didn’t pass.
“You are the synonymous of female orgasm to me” Yeah, but you still made me cum only three times during the night. I don’t want to see you again, seems like too much work.

The last guy looked really promising. Tall, muscular, handsome. I met him in a bar. We had some drinks, we laughed a lot, electricity was in the air, I felt a strong urge to ride him right there at the pool table. He had a deep voice which itself made me dripping wet. So smooth, so sexy. He was whispering images to my ear and I just couldn’t wait to bring him to my place.
“I will tease you until you’ll beg me to enter you. I will hold both your hands with one hand and do whatever I want with the other one. I will grab your hair and fuck you from behind until you’ll scream. ”
This really played the right note for me, I need to be dominant at work, but in sex, I like to be overpowered. I like it rough. Just fuck me like it’s the last time. Please.

When we got to my place, we started kissing and our clothes was falling to the floor, piece by piece. He pushed me to the wall, kissed me passionately. Oh yes, please, don’t stop. I directed him to the shower, pushed him gently away and slowly removed my panties which was the last piece of clothes left on me, to let him have a good look at what’s in for him, then stepped in the shower, holding his hand, bringing him with me.

I went down to my knees to taste him. He was really hard, pulsing against my tongue, I teased him and played with him. He was a little smaller, and I took the whole of him to my mouth. He was at the edge, so I slowed down and came back up to him.
I considered his penis size more of an advantage. Sure, I like myself a huge hammer from time to time, but smaller one is equally pleasing and easier to handle and fit to tinier places. Actually, the best sex of my life was with a guy with the smallest penis I had. He could go for hours, liked to try new things and over compensated with oral and manual work.
He turned me around, stuck a finger inside me, wiggled it a few times and proceeded. All of it very nervously and with a focused face. Then he finally put his dick in me. He was teasing the first like two centimeters, in and out, in and out, then three quick thursts and it was done. No big deal, we have the rest of the night.
We got some more wine and in a few moments, we were back at it. He went down on me this time. It was not bad, but… Is it bad to say boring? He was repeating a little pattern with his tongue, looked bored as well and I felt like really only his mouth is touching me. No hands, rubs, strokes, holding, fingering. Just the damn bored lazy mouth. I tried to direct him but he thought to know better. He gave up after 5 minutes, climbed on the top of me, held my hands above my head as if they were precious butterflies and two minutes of the most vanilla sex ever began.
My illusion of a strong man was gone, nobody slammed me against a wall. Grabbed my hair. Nobody fucked my brains out.
I didn’t give up on him and tried to initiate some more.
He laughed he is out of juice and fell sleep.
In the morning, he thanked me and told me it was beautiful. I sent him home and didn’t even offer a coffee. This was just plain false advertising.
And that’s not even the worst one.

So now, I am sitting here, alone, still wet from the shower, my body still relaxed from the much needed pleasure, hungry for more.

I was looking for a paid service, but I didn’t find anything fitting my needs and my lusts and Google search is bringing me to dark parts of the internet.
I really need somebody. Preferably tonight.

Update: I got in contact with a specialized company and ordered their “Ultimate pleasure” package.
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