Dead man's come

There is nothing less sexy than having sex with a completely lifeless partner. Seriously. Not hot.

I wanted Rick so badly yesterday. It was that type of hunger that a dildo or vibrator couldn't even begin to quench. I wanted that connection, the heat, the passion. I got the complete polar opposite.

When he came into bed, I came in close to him and nuzzled his neck, running my fingers through his chest hair. I let my hands wander around on his body and felt his cock coming to life. I decided to help things along and get him nice and wet for me, so I took him in my mouth.

I licked and I sucked that dick with a hungry desire to soon have it plunged deep inside of my waiting, aching pussy. All the while, he lay there, limp and silent. Not a tiny moan escaping his lips, not a hand reaching for me, nothing. No sign at all that he was either enjoying himself or not, just dead silence.

I reposition myself and take him deeper down my throat, humming, letting him feel the vibrations along with the heat as my hand slides up and down his shaft.

Still nothing. I wonder if he is even still breathing, when before I know it, and with no warning at all, he comes in my mouth.

Game over.

No fucking.

He rolls over and turns on his alarm, leaving me highly irritated and completely unsatisfied. I think that qualifies as cruel and unusual punishment. *pout*