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.
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*