I can tell you from personal experience that it’s hard work pretending to understand what the hell they’re all going on about. It’s not that I’d never had sex, or didn’t enjoy it when I had. God I did, I’d just never managed to actually reach that high.
I couldn’t tell you the exact point that I wanted to break the cycle of pretending to cum, so that I didn’t make the other person feel unskilled, or inadequate. It just crept up on me slowly.
To help you understand my situation I guess I should explain that I’m a control freak. I’ve always struggled to let go, inhibited by my constant worry of what people will think of me. No surprising then that this trait shows up greatest when I’m most exposed.
You can’t hide when you’re being intimate with someone. At least not if you want to fully enjoy it, or completely give yourself over to the person you’re with.
Hopefully, you’ll be happy to hear that I found a way to break my curse, or perhaps that should be I found someone who could unlock me from the constant series of failed attempts at letting go.
I’d never been with anyone like him. He was attentive and most importantly, so incredibly patient. Every other man had rushed right in and I’d felt pressured into responding quickly to their touch.
Not with him. For the longest time we just lay naked on the bed. He was on his side facing me. One arm across my stomach and a hand resting softly against my ribcage, I could feel his eyes taking in the curves of my body. I was glad for the dim lighting in the room, desperately hoping that he liked what he saw.
He leaned over and kissed my forehead, his close proximity causing my eyelids to close. He slightly increased the pressure of his hand. In the stillness of the moment I could feel the tiniest of movements.
My breathing grew heavy. One of his circling fingertips became more pronounced in its sweeping path across my milky white skin. Goosebumps sent the hairs across my body standing to attention.
I could feel his desire for me with every caress, slight squeeze of flesh, or scratch of nails. Without even realising I was letting go and giving into his exploration. Every second that passed built my pleasure. He read every twitch of my body, every audible breath, and every moan that escaped my parted lips.
I wasn’t worried about disappointing him because without words I knew that he just wanted me to revel in his touch. He even gave me time when I slipped. His stroking caress reached my lower abdomen and my insecurities broke the spell, bringing me back to my closed off place.