The Little Things
He was on top of me, bouncing up and down inside me slowly and then faster, but was so engrossed in his ride that he did not notice I was not feeling him. A discomfort nagged at me, and I was this close to shouting at him to stop,
but I couldn’t get myself to do it. Luckily, he pulled away, jerking and gasping and holding himself. Then, getting off me, he fell onto his side of the bed and slept off without uttering a word.
That has been the tradition for months. We’ve been together for eight months now, and I still love Jeff, and he loves me, but sexually, it’s been very frustrating. I’ve tried everything possible to improve our relationship, but I was losing interest. We make love only once a week, and it has always been the same style; position.
Broaching the subject with him doesn’t work as he always turns it into a fight; he never tries to listen to me or even make things better for us in that aspect of our relationship. I always end up feeling humiliated and rejected. There was only so much I could do, and I didn’t want to leave him.
Jeff and I met through social media. Our relationship started out pretty normal – we messaged on Twitter at first, which progressed to late-night calls and our first date. Everything was going as smoothly as I wanted, but he never made a move to get down with me. I was beginning to think he wasn’t sexually attracted to me. I opened up to one of my friends, and she advised me to make the move instead, convincing me that he had reasons for his actions.
That night, I sat on the sofa in a sexy nightie to greet him when he came but to my surprise, he told me he was not feeling up to it, and he was not in support of pre-marital sex and would like us to wait until we get married.
Reluctantly, I agreed with his decision; after all, he was everything I needed in a man. Since I was more interested in the luxurious life and would live with him when we got married, I decided to wait as he said. Luckily, he proposed to me a few weeks after that discussion, and we were married two months later.
I had high expectations for our wedding night. There were so many things I wanted to try out with him; I couldn’t wait to get all the pleasure I’d been craving. After the wedding reception ended at midnight, we all headed to a nearby bar to keep the party going (and going).
Jeff and I ended up shutting the place down around 3am, and we returned to our hotel. He helped me out of my dress and veil, and we had sex (it didn’t last 2 seconds and was not in my favourite position). I, even worse, didn’t orgasm. I was unsure if it was because I had a lot to drink at the bar, but satisfaction was written all over his face that night.
Then, we took our shower and slept off after a beautiful and life-changing day. Weeks after our wedding, he couldn’t
satisfy me sexually. He never initiates foreplay and doesn’t seem interested in doing anything sexual unless it’s
penetration. As a person, I struggle to orgasm through penetration, and I need other forms of sexual contact to get me in the mood, but he doesn’t care about that. As soon as he reached his peak, his participation in an intimate night together was over.
Every day, I yearn for that day when he will pay attention to the little things, listen to my body, and make me c*m
multiple times in one night, a feat still left unbeaten. I was scrolling through my phone when I saw an advert for a dating website meant for married people. I decided to add my details just to test the water, and soon I got lots of responses.
So I matched with this brilliant accountant; we chatted for about a month online and talked about what we liked and
fantasised about, focusing mainly on my pleasure and exploration. The build-up was really intense. Phil and I decided to meet at a private bar; after some public flirting and smooching on the street, we got to his apartment.
From the moment I arrived at his apartment, it was on. He started kissing every part of my body, maintaining eye
contact with me. Then he took me to his bedroom; he turned me around and from behind me, lifted up my skirt, bent me over his bed, and took off my underwear.
He then knelt down, parted my lady lips with his mouth, and started giving me oral from behind. Suddenly, I felt him inside me, riding me as slowly as he could, making sure he was hitting the right spot. I felt a little high, my whole body contracted, and I noticed how I started to shake uncontrollably.
Outwardly, I was arched with the top of my head on the bed, and my mouth was open; I was probably screaming. My body felt as if I had taken a hallucinogen. Closing my eyes tight, I found myself among the cosmic ones. That’s what my orgasm was like. I finally experienced it after so many months.
It was so sudden and overwhelming that I was fully submerged in cosmic, universal energy for a moment. Little things matter, they say. Yeah, I knew I broke the vow I made at the sacred altar but still, I was not remorseful. If only Jeff had paid attention to the little things, if only he was more interested in doing more than penetration, I wouldn’t be on a stranger’s bed, pleading for more.