Is This My Future?

SKYE BLUE

I had planned to write a post asking our male readers why men tend to get  upset when their bedmates fail to climax by the end of a  good roll in the hay – even when they are repeatedly told that the bedmate in question had a VERY good time. But after what happened to me a few nights ago I no longer can. Now, I understand all too well how those men feel. After what happened to me I can clearly see how goal oriented people (like me) would be totally and completely frustrated by putting in their best work and never seeing the fruits of their labour.

I met Jazz a few months ago at a party and although we were both really interested into each other we never managed to hook up until a few nights ago.  That night as I got ready for our dinner date, I tweezed, shaved and coiffed the hell out of my body, before putting on my hottest outfit. I didn’t want there to be any confusion about my intentions that night – I’d waited long enough to get with this man. Once I was dressed and ready to go, I pulled a bottle of red wine a friend had left at my house out of the cupboard.  I’m not a drinker, but Jazz had mentioned that he enjoyed red wine and I figured it might help him loosen him up for the action to come that night.

When I arrived at his place, he greeted me with a warm hug and a smile.

‘Skye, you look wonderful,’ he said, as he stepped back to take me in within his eyes.

I smiled and handed him the wine. ‘I brought you a little something.’

He took the bottle and examined the label. ‘Good wine and a hot woman. This should be a very good night,’ he said, winking at me. ‘Come on, inside. My lasagna should be ready now, so we can eat right away.’

After we had finished eating the dinner, Jazz asked me if I wanted dessert.

Not wanting to waste anymore time I said in my very subtle way, ‘Only if it involves our clothes coming off.’

Jazz smiled and nodded. ‘Alright then let’s get to it,’ he said, as he got up and walked towards me. He took my hand and I followed him into his living room.  He sat me down on the couch and then pulled me down onto his lap.

Finally! As he kissed my neck I reached for his belt. I was anxious to know what he had to offer. When I reached inside his boxers, I was pleasantly surprised. He had the beginnings of an erection, and from what I could tell he would be wielding quite the sword once I got him standing at attention.

Anxious for my bounty to be revealed, I scooted off his lap, knelt down on the floor in front of him and started working my magic with my mouth. It wasn’t long before Jazz had his head thrown back and his eyes closed, as he moaned with pleasure. It was clear to me he was enjoying what I was doing, but for some reason his dude wasn’t getting any stiffer.  I came up for a breather and asked, ‘Do you like what I’m doing?’

‘Oh yeah, keep going,’ he said, as he placed his hand on my head to push me back down.

Ever the trooper, I got right back to it, giving what was probably one of my best dick sucking performances in a long while. Eight minutes later (yes, I actually checked my watch) I was still playing with a semi-limp dick.

As an aside, this shit was hurting my pride. I’m not shy about admitting my love for dick sucking (perhaps that’s why Elizabeth and I are such good friends – sisters in arms if you will), and nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Yes, there have been many men who’ve left my bed without blowing a load because of my oral talents, but until that night every single man who’s had the privilege of having his dick in my mouth gave me a full salute.

WTF? ‘Jazz, are you sure you’re enjoying this?’ I asked, trying not to sound irritated.

Jazz, sighed and opened his eyes to look down at me.  ‘Yeah, I am. It’s just that my man has a hard time getting fully erect?’

And you tell me this now muthfucka? ‘So, you’re telling me, that no matter what I do, this is probably as good at it gets?’

‘Unfortunately,’ he said, looking a little sheepish.

I looked down at his near flaccid member. It was clear it wasn’t interested in coming out to play – anytime this century. Okay girl pack it in. Just be glad your vibe is waiting for you at home. ‘Hmmm,’ I said, as I got up and sat down on the couch beside him, ‘Perhaps we should try this another time then?’

Jazz looked heart broken, but didn’t bother to put up a fight. Evidently, he’d been in this position many times before. ‘Cool,’ he said, adjusting his boxers and then zipping up his fly, ‘Let me just run to the bathroom and then we’ll watch a movie.’

As he disappeared down the hall of his apartment I sat on his couch wondering if I had just gotten a taste of my future. I mean Jazz was just past 40 and he couldn’t get it up, which begged at least three questions:

1. Would I be faced with this problem more and more as I got older, and dated progressively older men?
2. Would it be prudent for me to  start carrying my own personal stash  of Viagra to avoid these little mishaps in the future?
3. Have my cougar sisters, who make a habit of only playing with younger men,  been right all along?

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