“Oh my god,” Sandy said, “I just can’t take this anymore!”
Sandy had just had sex with Clark, and as per usual it was terribly disappointing.
“You really need to prolong your orgasm,” She said with disgust looking at her lover, “I have needs too you know!”
Clark was embarrassed, he had never been able to fuck with any kind of stamina, and his four inch cock rarely, if ever, satisfied any of his girlfriends sexual desires. He did have some redeeming qualities though, like being able to eat pussy like a pro, as well as he earning a shit load of money working as a defense lawyer.
Clark had met Sandy six months earlier. It was a casual courtship that turned into a monogamous relationship with Sandy appearing to be satisfied despite his lack of of sexual control, but he knew from experience that it would not last – money and eating pussy only went so far when it came to women and their desires.
“I’m sorry,” Clark said trying to defuse the situation, “you are just so god damn hot and it’s really difficult for me.”
“Whatever!” Sandy scoffed, “I’ve been with many men that seem to find a way.”
Sandy got dressed and stormed out of the bedroom, marched down the hallway of Clark’s home, and exited the front door, slamming it to further emphasize her frustrations.
Clark’s stomach was in knots. He was really into Sandy – she was beautiful, sexy, intelligent and they were compatible in so many ways except in the bedroom. This was the beginning of the end and he did not want to lose her, he felt he was even falling in love with this incredible woman, and he was lost not knowing what to do.
Therapy did not work for him; yoga, tantra sex, even sexual kung-fu, no matter how hard he tried to prolong his erection he failed, and the end result was usually him being dumped by a sexually frustrated girlfriend.
Clark’s phone vibrated, letting him know he had a text message from Sandy: I’m coming back. We need to talk.
Clark’s heart sank; this was it – the break up. He was not sure if he could take another relationship ending due to his pathetic love making skills. With Sandy he was comfortable, and he thought she was accepting him just as he was – sexually inadequate but with some saving graces… but who was he kidding, of course she wasn’t.
He could feel the depression start to take over him; maybe he should just give up and end it all? How can a man live like this? A man is nothing if he can’t satisfy his woman so what’s the point in living?
The doorbell rang and slowly, with great hesitation, Clark answered finding Sandy standing there. “Come on in, we can talk in the kitchen.”
The two sat at the kitchen table and Sandy began talking, “Look, I know this is difficult for you, and I’ve tried to be understanding, but I need to cum with a cock in my pussy. The oral sex is amazing and you manage to get me off with toys but what I want is to cum feeling a nice big hard cock inside of me.”
“I understand,” Clark said, “I don’t blame you if you want to break up.”
“No, it’s not that I want to break up,” Sandy continued, “I really like you – I care for you, and we have so much fun, and we are very good together. Everything is perfect except the sex.”
Clark was not sure what she was getting at. If the sex was not good enough why did she want to stay in the relationship? It did not make sense, but instantly he felt relief knowing she did not want it to end.
“I’m beyond frustrated,” Sandy explained, becoming more assertive, “and so I am going to take control, I need to get what I want and so I am beyond caring if I hurt your feelings. You can either go with me, or leave me – it’s up to you.”
Clark at this point was totally confused. What the hell was she talking about – she was sounding crazy, but in all honesty, it was him that was crazy about her and given only moments earlier he was contemplating suicide, he was willing to do anything to save this relationship.