A Cure for Loneliness Ch. 01

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I was lonely, in a particularly bad way. That’s why I was here, at this semi-sleazy bar. Maybe I could pick up a guy traveling through and get some company, at least for the night.

I’d had a bad run of luck, given my major sexual issue.

The SHORT version of my problem: It was nearly impossible for me to climax, and never from a guy. I could only get off with a lot of effort on my own.

I’d learned to live with it, since I didn’t have a choice, but I was unable to find a guy that didn’t care, or who wouldn’t get mad at me, or feel bad about himself, or try too hard to make it happen when it wasn’t going to, or get pouty about it, or hold it against me and blame me.

So because of that, I was unable to keep anything really normal or long-term with a man…

Of course, I’d tried ALL the male flavors.

The vanilla guys mostly felt inadequate when they couldn’t make me cum. If they didn’t feel inadequate, they kept trying to make it happen, trying to FIX it, which led to frustration on both sides when it didn’t happen. Hardly the basis for a long-term relationship

The dominant guys wanted me to orgasm as a sign of THEIR sexual prowess and skill – so my inability to do so made them either pouty or petty. Both of those are markers for long-term failure, even if I gave them as much rope as I could before they either gave up on me or I’d had it with them.

The submissive guys could never be my type (could submissive guys ever really be ANY girl’s “type”? Talk about inadequate!!).

…and because of that, because lame-ass guys couldn’t deal with something that was MY PROBLEM, not their problem, I couldn’t keep a boyfriend, and so I get lonely.

As far as tonight was concerned, I admit it, I was feeling sorry for myself, angry at all the insecure guys that wanted me to “cum” for them, laying all their weight on me when they didn’t make me “scream” while I “climaxed” in pleasure, backing away when they’d finished, feeling that either THEY didn’t “measure up” or I couldn’t “appreciate” their “skill”, when I never asked them or insisted on the big “O” for myself.

What I really wanted, since I couldn’t enjoy it in “that” way for myself, was just the closeness of sex and for the GUY to enjoy himself, to enjoy fucking me, and to enjoy my company as I enjoyed his. And not make me feel like SHIT for not confirming his masculinity in HIS eyes. His masculinity didn’t have anything to do with my inability to crest the wave. That was MY thing and I hated it when guys made it THEIR thing, all about THEM.

And it’s not like I didn’t enjoy sex myself, either! I loved sex, being fucked, being stuffed by cock, having my hair pulled, dirty talk, kissing, being filled by cum (when he wasn’t wearing a condom) and all the rest of it…

I hadn’t been here at the bar that long. I was going to be an easy score tonight. I had a habit of saying “Yes” when this kind of blue mood took me. Better a single night of sex and the ability to sleep later, with a man in my bed (if the guy who picked me up would agree to it).

If I could just get past that hated post-fuck question after he’d spilled his seed of “Did you cum? How was it for you, babe?”

G*d, how I dreaded that awful question! …in all its permutations, over the years…

But here was the lucky guy…tall, dark and semi-handsome. Older than me, by the look of him – but not too old that it was a big deal, a few extra pounds, but it sat fine on his large frame, larger than mine, anyway (which was always a plus).

He’d do, if he half-way knew what he was doing. Let’s see if he could close the deal. It wouldn’t take much…

“Can I buy you a drink? I’m having one and would love if I could join you…”

“Sure. You got me at the right time, I’m near the end of this one.”

It was fairly easy from there. He had some reliable conversation starters and we slowly took the measure of each other.

He was NOT a guy traveling through after all, just a local guy.

It looked like we were both in the same place, looking for a bit of companionship (albeit I’m sure he had his male perspective on companionship and it was different from my female perspective), sizing each other up to see if we could get it from each other.

The flirtation was unhurried, low-key. We were both adults. He complimented me, but didn’t beclown himself by going overboard. He asked me questions, but they were general in nature, allowing me to say as much or as little as I cared to. He answered my questions pretty completely, giving me a good feeling that he was a man – and so a bastard – but not a psychotic, serial-killer kind of bastard.

We both knew where we wanted this to go…we’d both been here enough to recognize it had a good chance of happening. I nursed one drink to his two, but he was a big guy, and so I wasn’t too afraid of whiskey dick.

He put his hand in the small of my back as he leaned in and whispered something. I replied with my hand on his thigh, letting eskort bursa him know I was okay with the physical touch and that he could extend the fast-moving courtship.

“I’m here because I’m pining for company tonight, so I’m glad I met you.”

Whether that was the truth, or he was picking up on my mood, I don’t know, but his words matched my state of mind.

“I’m glad we met as well. It’s a lonely night, definitely,” I replied.

“We’re on the same page. What do you want to do from here?”

This looked like his move, I guess – a “nice to meet you, are you ready to fuck” pick-up line. It wasn’t very subtle, but it did have the advantage of being simple and direct.

I quirked an eyebrow at him. I was going to say yes, but he needed to work for it – at least a little bit.

“I’d love to take you home and have my way with you. But if you haven’t decided yet, I’m also happy to buy another drink, or take you out to eat, or we can go dancing…”

Pretty bold, but he said it with a nice smile, and gave me a fairly easy out.

“…and, of course, if you’ve already decided no, I’m happy to beat a retreat and let the next guy have a shot.”

I’m not sure I liked that. I was well capable of shutting him down without his help.

But he was lucky…I was NOT in the mood to play hard to get.

“You don’t have to beat a retreat just yet…”

This elicited a warm, masculine smile from him.

“Sounds great! You’re younger than me and very pretty, out of my league really. But if I don’t ask, you can’t say ‘Yes'”.

“I probably am in a ‘Yes’ mood tonight.”

His hand pressed a little firmer on my back, nicely so, and slid up a bit, coaxing me closer. I let him pull me in and decided I wanted him.

“My place or yours? …I’m about 10 minutes away…”

“Your place,” I replied. I definitely didn’t want to leave it up him to leave after he’d fucked me…

The preliminaries over, we moved on to Phase 2. I hopped in his car and he pulled me close across the bench seat (bench seat, who was driving around in cars with bench seats in the front these days?), an arm around my shoulders and I welcomed his warmth and human touch (I immediately recognized the advantages of a bench seat now that he pulled me next to him and wrapped his arm around me). The bar we were at was in a public place, so no issues leaving my car there and going with him.

We parked outside and went in the front door.

His place was just a place, not shabby and not spotless. Everything about this guy said normal, no danger.

But the way he closed the door, threw his keys on the side table, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss was delicious. I reached up on my toes (always nice to have a guy taller than me) to meet his lips. He brought his head down and kissed me firmly, demanding a response.

As I kissed him back, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to hang on in the kiss, let him know I was into it too – and wanted it, and his hands slid easily down from my waist to my ass and pulled me close, into his body. I was thrilled to already feel some hardness down there, even though we were still both fully clothed.

I’m glad he asked me early, before the alcohol could ruin his pecker for the night. I knew I wouldn’t orgasm, but I wanted to get HIS orgasm. If he enjoyed the sex enough, and was in a great mood, maybe he’d just be content, not ask me if I had a good time.

…and maybe he’d not mind if I spent the night with him!

But enough of my overthinking and stressing, the foreplay was still proceeding.

The long kiss extended…our faces switching back and forth. His left hand came off my ass and switched to my right tit…cupping and squeezing my breast nicely.

I gave a moan to let him know I approved, made space for his hand, but pulled tighter with my arms around his shoulders, bringing his lips and tongue down to me to keep the kiss.

We broke away finally, and walked together to the back of his house.

“I’ll turn down the bed, if you’ll turn off the lights.”

“Lovely,” was my reply.

The window was open and it was a warm night, but not over-warm, perfect for fucking.

It was very natural as he undressed me. He kissed me and took his time. It wasn’t long before I was down to just my panties, my soft, round boobies free, laying on my back, his large frame on top of me…my legs spread, with his body in contact chest to tits, crotch to crotch…all along our torsos.

I loved the warmth of his larger-than-mine body!

He kissed me while he cupped and rubbed my tits and rolled my nipples. Then he moved slightly to the side and kissed my nipples while he rubbed my puss. I loved how he paid attention to my tits. He squeezed them while he kissed me. He also kissed and teeth-nipped them while he fingered me (and I was already wet before he put his finger in).

It felt really good to have him kiss and manhandle me…

…and bursa escortlar so I just let myself go…

When he went down on me, that’s when I started to stress out … because of my problem of not being able to climax – but I was afraid to stop him and risk ruining the mood. He started slow, but wasn’t shy about going strong pretty quickly. …but the best part was the way he reached up to my nipples and rolled them between thumb and forefinger while he laved and licked – that was super-sexy and I loved the way SO MUCH OF HIM was in contact with SO MUCH OF ME.

…but darnit, he didn’t seem in a hurry, and although it might have been enjoyable for another girl for a man to go down on her (and I like that he wasn’t just a licker, that he was a nipple-roller and breast-squeezer while he did his tongue-work), all that effort was wasted on me, and also stressing me out…

Oral sex is really hard when I’m the one receiving it, since it’s supposed to end in orgasm if it goes on too long rather than just as a way to get me wet, and I was wet before he’d started – and that must have been clear to him- so my guess is that he wanted to get me off once or twice before he moved on to whatever the next part of his fucking plan was for the evening, either me giving oral to him, or just him dicking me.

…and I could feel the stress rising in my body of not being able to cum for him as he stretched out this hopeless and futile lick-a-palooza.

As he rubbed my tits and pinched my nipples while laving my clit and gash with his tongue, what that really got me excited and hot for was the real thing, FOR HIS DICK…and so I moaned in desire, but not in pleasure, as much for his benefit as for mine.

I was stuck between a rock and a hard place here. I didn’t want to shut him down since this was our first fuck and you have to be careful about directing how a man fucks you early on in the relationship, assuming this was going anywhere beyond tonight…

…but I also didn’t’ want him to get frustrated since there was no way I was going to cum. A frustrated man is likely to morph into a turned off man.

And remember, I wanted him to be pleased with me at the end of this. That was my best way to get what I really wanted…to make sure he enjoyed himself (which would make me feel good), to get fucked by him (which was still very pleasurable, even if I’d never climax), to spend the night in his bed (which I always craved, almost a fetish with me), to have him happy with me, maybe even to date him, if he’d put up with me once he found out about my “problem”.

So I decided on a bit of flattery…nothing over the top, but dirty talk was totally ethical in my mind.

“You’re making me crazy…but now it’s your turn. I want to suck that dick of yours. Please?!?!”

And thankfully…he listened to me!! He gave me a last few seconds of well-intentioned, and decently-skilled, but ultimately hopeless tongue-work, then worked his way back up my body to simultaneously squeeze each breast, kiss each nipple and then kiss me.

I hungrily reached for that kiss, letting him know I didn’t mind kissing him and tasting my own pussy juices. In fact, I wanted to expressly let him know that I didn’t’ have any hang-ups at all when it came to that.

And it was very natural as we both rolled, him to his back and me to above him. He switched a strong, large hand to my mid-back, staying in physical contact with me, which I appreciated.

I went from laying beneath him and being kissed to laying athwart him, across his right hip, and reaching my upper lips (rather than wrapping my nether lips) down to his pussy-cream-covered mouth.

As I kissed him, as he kneaded my shoulders with his strong fingers, I finally reached for his dick…the first time I’d come into contact with it, as he was naked too.

It was pleasant not to be disappointed! There was something there to grab, even though it had softened up from our standing clutch-and-grab in the doorway. It felt like it was cut rather than uncut. So far, so good.

I scooted down and sank my mouth around it, swirling the tip inside my mouth. I felt his hand on my back increase its pressure, acknowledging my action, silently requesting more. He rumbled a bit in contentment and flexed it a bit for me, letting me know he was alive.

It tasted fine, so he took care to be clean. As I reached past his softened shaft toward his root with my mouth and cupped his balls with my hand, my lips brushed some very short hairs, so he didn’t shave down like a pre-pubescent boy (I was waxed, obviously, since that was a tide impossible to swim against), but he did keep things trimmed…another good sign.

I LOVED that his right hand was all over my back, hips and ass as I started sucking him in earnest. Given my orgasm problems, and the way men made me feel bad when I couldn’t cum for them, I really enjoyed the way he was touching me and paying physical, touching, attention to me…first bursa eskortlar going down on me, but then taking my cue when I wanted him to stop, and then touching me so intimately as I was servicing him.

“That’s a good girl…that feels fantastic!”

He might even be talkative!! That would be a bonus for a guy…

I moaned around his dick, letting him know I heard him and approved. I was having fun sucking his pecker and being touched by him and having him talk to me – so I wanted to make sure I communicated that in every way I could.

His cock was growing hard now, and growing nicely! I liked his size – he was pleasantly thick – and his hard-on was straight, not curved.

Tall, a bit older, not too much flab, willing to go down on me, touchy-feely, talkative so far when we were necking, with a clean, cut, straight, thick-ish, trimmed dick. This guy was rapidly working his way into the top echelon of guys I’d ever had sex with!!

As he reached full hardness, he continued with some sweet nothings…

“Look how hard you’ve got me…”

I moaned again in approving response.

“That feels really, really good…”

I turned my head toward him a bit and crinkled my eyes into a smile and pushed my butt against his hand to confirm I heard and approved.

“Such a good girl you are…”

And I moaned in pleasure to further encourage.

Here, he wrapped a hand lightly in my hair (which, come on, it’s always ultra-sexy to have your hair pulled as a woman), pulled me back a bit, before gently pushing me down to his root.

G*d, I LOVED a man who wasn’t afraid to take charge…

If he wasn’t careful, I was on the edge of falling deeply in lust.

But then he used the same grip to pull me off…his dick was rock-hard.

“Time for the main event,” he said. “I’m clean…you?”

“Clean too…” I gasped. “I want you inside me…”

It was very natural to go to my back, open wide for missionary, have him settle himself between my legs and slot his big dick firmly and deeply inside my still-sopping pink gash.

He came in for a kiss, capturing my mouth, as he started his rhythm, chest touching me, contact all along our torsos. So lovely to be fucked by a man intent on enjoying himself.

I thought we fit together very well. I was wet, but with my legs down. He was thick enough to hurt a little, but not too much (the NICE kind of barely-there hurt). Hard, so he stayed inside. He fucked perfectly – steady, deep, not too fast to start, reaching a hand to cup a tit or roll a nipple while he occasionally kissed me. I felt wanton reaching my face up to meet his kiss, running my hands down his back and pulling hard on his butt.

I wanted his cum badly.

And I could tell he was climbing to orgasm. His cock slid back and forth, well seated, not losing any strength. He began to grind a bit, which queued me to meet his thrusts with my hips.

As he neared climax, and it wasn’t taking too long at all, it seemed only moments since he’d started fucking me, I pulled him harder to me and moaned.

“Give me that cum…I want you to cum inside me…Please…give it to me…”

My own dirty talk tipped him over the edge and I felt a warmth shoot deep into my stretched and filled cunny as he suddenly thrust hard and kept himself seated. The first blast was followed up by a second one, then a third one, each one weaker than the last, but still delicious to take. He groaned and I mmm’dddd and he stayed fully inside me until his urgency subsided on its own.

And then he stayed inside me some more, keeping his weight on his elbows, but his whole body close to me.

A perfect, Perfect, PERFECT first fuck!

“Wow…I came hard. That was fantastic!”

“You came a LOT! I love all that warm jism inside me. Thank you. You really made me feel good.”

“Oh well…the least I can do…since you’ve been such a good girl…to let me pick you up, take you home, let me manhandle you.”

“Flattery will get you EVERYWHERE,” I replied. “I hope this isn’t the last time you’ll let me be a good girl for you…you’re an easy guy to be well behaved for”

I’m not sure of the instinct that made me reply like that. Looking back, it was probably the way he pulled my hair and called me a good girl a few different times. The way he took charge and never checked in with me, never putting me through all the stress of asking me if I came or looking for compliments about his cocks-man-ship.

My female instincts must have been on high alert that this was a potential long-term guy, if I didn’t screw it up, if I positioned myself as a girl he could enjoy, who wouldn’t go crazy on him, and whatever other stuff he might want from a woman.

“Sounds good to me,” he replied.

It was awful, but had to happen…he made a movement to pull out of me. I mewled a bit in disappointment, he settled back in for a few more moments while we exchanged in some more small talk and compliments.

But the moment came when he had to pull out and the fucking part of this first date was officially over.

He rolled to the side contentedly, and I immediately turned over to put my arm across his chest and my head on his shoulder to keep physically connected to him.

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