I just don’t know…” she trails off. Since college, I created a few rules that have been able to help determine a woman’s intensions. “Kiss it” a light peck. Recognizing her apprehension, I bend over leaning into her ear, “you don’t want to suck my dick?” “No.” Interesting I think, smirking. I can set an alarm or…”
“Just gimme ten minutes” she calmly answers. “Ooohhhh” she wails. Looking up, her chest heaves as her body periodically trembles as she exhales. We lay there naked in silence to the most awkward and longest ten minutes of the entire night. The seed had been planted. “How?” she inquires. “Again” another peck. I just don’t know…” she trails off. I got you.” My hand gives a little squeeze on her throat but an even tighter one on her nipple. While planting kisses along her stomach, I spread her legs open, inhaling the scent of her neglected sex. She hesitates but sighs and complies. The unusual episode and beginning to this encounter intrigues me and I absentmindedly find myself playing with my cock. Ummm… I assure her that me not cumming wasn’t about her not being good enough and how good she felt but some women tend to have a sharp reaction to this kind of thing making them feel inadequate. One rule I have is that
