Snackers have you ever felt robbed? Like everything was taken from you after a session. This week is a short one. Let me quickly tell you about a selfish ass partner that did not deserve my time. Y’all know the vibes, it is a shared pleasure zone only over here.
It was one lonely night, and I needed some dick. I am a single mom, my child was gone, it was the perfect set up. Now some of you might be thinking this already sounds like a recipe for disaster due to the main ingredient, loneliness. I will tell you; you are absolutely right! So this man comes through, looking good, smelling good, baby is fine. I was thinking this is going to be everything I need right now and then some. This is where the red flags pop up already for me…
This man came in my house, we speak, we say a few words. Immediately he starts stripping like he was about to perform in a “Magic Mike” show or some shit. Irritated wasn’t the word! I thought to kick his ass out right then, but I said to myself, “you have come this far girl”. I play the role, dick was the goal, so we head to the bed and get to it. He gave some F-grade head; I was like damn, there goes another flag. He wasn’t even coachable, or maybe I hated it because he had turned me off at this point.
Why I even let him PUT IT INSIDE y’all, I have no answers. That was the problem, I was lonely, and he sure came to disappoint. Moving right along. Now we get into a little groove…stroke is there, but it was rough. Not the good kind of rough, when your shit is getting beat up like you stole something either. The kind of rough that felt OFF, his stroke was so selfish. Let me break that down for those that missed that part!!!
His stroke was selfish, like it was for him and his nut. He was not worried about my needs, wants, and desires. Shared pleasure is the only pleasure around here, if you come to my house only to please yourself, you are not a candidate for a dick appointment. PERIOD. I feel him inside, his face was nice to look at, but a part of me needed to stop the shenanigans taking place. His shit was so off, my playlist had switched up on me. The vibes were not there. He really came for him, and it showed.
He was stroking, and I was thinking about my breakfast in the morning. I was nice enough to let his ass finish, I got up looking for my vibrator and had his shit at the door. I guess that is what I get for trying to get some quick dick, because the joke was on me. The Grinch came and took everything! He got what he wanted and left me high and dry AS FUCK! This man will never receive a call, text, invite from me ever again. To be clear, he did not get the boot because his shit was whatever. He got the boot because he did not prioritize my pleasure.
Ladies and gents, cater to your partner.