Come Quickly

As a professional escort I have ‘stay’ expectations from my punters and this has affected my personal life and now expect top performance all the time. This came to a head with the last guy I dated who was a complete surprise. Our first date was so promising I expectantly waited for him to call again. Well, he did call, and I wish he hadn’t bothered. Why? he was the worst premature ejaculator I have ever known. I’m afraid to admit that the second time we met was the first time we had sex. And what an anticlimax.

The meal was lovely and by the time he took me home I was feeling very randy. As soon as we got in I sprang into action. Unfortunately, it was the sweaty schoolboy kind of sex which made me feel that he was overwhelmed with excitement grappling with some real live tits rather than a picture of the same in some seedy porn magazine. In fact, I felt that I no longer was a human being but instead a participant in a porn movie that he had wanked over earlier.

Once he had manhandled my tits and spent only mere minutes snogging he dragged me into his bedroom. Feeling slightly short changed matters worsened as I was forced to remove my own knickers. Now guys, if your paying attention this isn’t a good sign. We don’t necessarily want them torn from us like a Neanderthal but a bit of enthusiasm does pay dividends. He fetched a condom from his bedside cabinet and in a hot, flushed and sweaty swirl of excitement he removed his boxers.

 

At this juncture it’s worth mentioning but a few months ago a girlfriend at Elizabeth also encountered a premature ejaculator and we spent a few memorable nights in with wine discussing what merits a premature ejaculator. According to her she reckoned ten thrusts or under is the official qualifier. I on the other hand have different views. I wouldn’t bother taking my knickers off for that. Twenty is disappointing and still  too early.

On this particular night I wasn’t counting thrusts as such but he wasn’t worth removing my knickers for. It was over before I had begun and as he rolled off me and lit a cigarette he made it obvious that the moment of passion had past.

Now, for those of you who know me,  I’m not unkind and since he had treated me to a sumptuous meal I thought it unfair to draw attention to the brevity of penetration. Due to the poor build up I had no real needs of my own and surprisingly the disappointment waned.

Once home alone I tried to rationalise the problem. Was he overexcited, was I too sexy for him or was it the time of year. Whatever the reason, I thought he did have potential so I overlooked the sexual disappointment at this stage.

However, next time was no better. If anything it was worse. I literally blinked and it was over. Still I was in a good mood, I had already been seen by a particularly cock sure punter that day and said nothing. This continued for the next three or four dates but I grew increasingly frustrated. He was OK but he didn’t even bother to make up for his inadequacies by stimulating me in other ways. To be honest I don’t think he knew where my clitoris was or how to use his tongue other than boring me with his pre sex stories. I was rapidly thinking that he wasn’t such a good catch.

I know what your thinking if you’ve seen my pictures. but despite looking as if butter wouldn’t melt in my hand, I can be pretty mouthy and I decided to raise the issue. Due you blame me and I reckoned by getting the subject out into the open may in a roundabout way resolve the problem.

Personally I thought I handled the subject sensitively but due to the build-up of sexual frustration may not have been tact-free. But can you imagine my surprise when he didn’t respond. It was like I hadn’t spoken. Well my patience finally snapped and when he asked if I would like a drink I replied by telling him I would prefer a decent fuck.

Needless to say it was like water off a ducks back and he even denied that he had a problem. It was quite bizarre. There was no apology and no promises to try harder, or should I say longer, in the future. I tried another desperate tact and demanded a rerun. but there lay the second problem. He was a once-a-night man and remember when I say night I really mean seconds.

Don’t get me wrong I’m not a hard liner on the subject. I have to be understanding as in my line of work I see all types. I even appreciate that you men are brought to the boil quicker than us women, who are slower to boil, but once there can simmer nicely for hours. Which is why I’m happy to accept a quick shag if its followed by a longer shag a few minutes later and perhaps an even longer shag later still.

Perhaps this is why I’ve chosen to be an escort girl, as with my sexual appetite I find it hard to get fulfilment.  Don’t get me wrong it’s very flattering to arouse a guy to the point where he loses control but the novelty does wear thin if it happens every single time.

So where does this lead me and him. Quite simply delicious dinners at fabulously expensive restaurants do not compensate for sexual dissatisfaction. And guys just remember the starters are always appreciated but without deserts the evening can still be disappointing.

Crikey… I’ve just read this back and hope I haven’t put any of you hot bloodied guys off me. Don’t worry, I guess I’ve learnt a lot since Mr Come Quickly and now pride myself by being a tantalising tease. Yes, guys I really know what buttons to push and how to work with your body so you get full value without getting to the end before you’ve enjoyed the story.

Come quickly – I’m looking forward to meeting you soon

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