If this is my means of reminiscing then it would be incomplete without mentioning sex, and the detail of sex. Sex has been an important part of many of the relationships, some for the better and some for the worse. I don’t want to be specific about who did ..or didn’t do what, I will find it difficult enough to mention the content.
On one occasion he said ‘I get the feeling you don’t like sex’ I didn’t have the heart to tell him I just didn’t like sex with him. I considered whether I had sufficient commitment to be honest with him and see if he wanted feedback. I don’t mean I was an expert I just thought, if he wanted some feedback, I could give some.
With a previous partner, there had been a series of ‘activities’ when I had initially tried a subtle feedback approach of wriggling, shifting around, fairly obvious ahh’s or ouches, to no avail. After a couple of weeks I had reached my tolerance for being vigorously pounded without tenderness or style. I bluntly pointed out he would have to start doing it differently if we were to continue. No surprise, I didn’t see him again.
I am sure as I write some of the weird and sometimes wonderful things will be brought to mind.
The first of which is the one who instructed me not to swallow. I obediently didn’t, in anticipation of what I may be asked to do, and to my surprise he sucked it from my mouth. Not kissed, not dribbled, not licked just very swiftly sucked, in some circumstances this would have been intimate and/or erotic; in this situation it was just weird, and was reinforced by the rationale given, which was ‘he didn’t want to lose the energy and power within’
On one occasion he said ‘I get the feeling you don’t like sex’ I didn’t have the heart to tell him I just didn’t like sex with him. I considered whether I had sufficient commitment to be honest with him and see if he wanted feedback. I don’t mean I was an expert I just thought, if he wanted some feedback, I could give some.
With a previous partner, there had been a series of ‘activities’ when I had initially tried a subtle feedback approach of wriggling, shifting around, fairly obvious ahh’s or ouches, to no avail. After a couple of weeks I had reached my tolerance for being vigorously pounded without tenderness or style. I bluntly pointed out he would have to start doing it differently if we were to continue. No surprise, I didn’t see him again.
I am sure as I write some of the weird and sometimes wonderful things will be brought to mind.
The first of which is the one who instructed me not to swallow. I obediently didn’t, in anticipation of what I may be asked to do, and to my surprise he sucked it from my mouth. Not kissed, not dribbled, not licked just very swiftly sucked, in some circumstances this would have been intimate and/or erotic; in this situation it was just weird, and was reinforced by the rationale given, which was ‘he didn’t want to lose the energy and power within’
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