When I was younger, I was blessed with the privilege of being a Girl Scout. (Insert sarcasm here). Not only was I required to sell millions of boxes of cookies, but the experience was intended to “brainwash” young girls, so we could blossom into respectable and honest women. However, it’s a pretty hypercritical situation to be placed into at a young age, because sadly enough, if you have a vagina, society expects you to be prim and proper, and to never express how you truly feel if there is a chance of being, “out of line.” But you know what, if a guy isn’t hitting my sweet spot, he’s not getting the credit he doesn’t deserve.
So, was it good for you?
My friend Samantha* was talking to me about the guy she has been dating for the last few months. “I let him get to third last night, and well, it wasn’t that great.” She continued. “I was getting, “all into it,” but to be honest, I was faking it. I couldn’t wait for it to be over.” I laughed, and I kind of felt bad for the guy because he is clueless that his tongue action isn’t even up to par. But, I also feel bad for my friend Samantha* as well, because unless she speaks up, she’s going to be running home to her vibrator every night.
Before I continue, please let it be known that when you are trying to, “guide a man in the right direction,” don’t be a bitch about it. Believe it or not, men do have feelings, and if you come on too strong, his manly hood is at steak. Would you ever want to come home to your significant other watching LifeTime Movies… and ::gasp:: crying? I didn’t think so.
When I was 19, I was casually dating this guy Steve.* 9/10 times Steve was on key with keeping me satisfied in the bedroom. But one night, he got “greedy”. As things started to heat up, I assumed he was expecting a blow job, but instead of, “sucking it up,” I refused; wanting to get to the main event as fast as possible. Well, I should have kept the fire in my vagina at bay, because the quicker you rush into it… the quicker it’s over. Steve* didn’t have another condom for a second round, but the damage was done. I was pissed off that I was going home orgasmless. (I mean, come on, he could have at least eaten me out! heh).
Anyway, me and my big mouth got me into trouble that night. “Well, you were the only one to have fun tonight.” I caught myself as soon as the word, “tonight” exited my mouth, but it was too late. However, I did learn an important lesson, even if you are just friends with benefits, it doesn’t give a guy the right to be selfish in the bedroom. Sorry, Steve.*
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