Can they handle it?

I believe this is due to men not being able to handle me as a woman for what I want and what I like to do, because I am in control of myself and maybe because they cannot please me sexually the way I would like.

I work as a secretary, and one of my latest relationship was with my manager. His name is Richard. He is a very smart man, and he had plenty of good intentions too. Why did we broke up? He said I was too demanding… Sexually. Of course, things in the office are a bit awkward whenever we ate together, but I try not to let it get to me. I have no grudges or anything, I just wished he would be more of a man.

When we began dating it was nice and slow, with dinner dates and the like. Very casual. Then, we moved forward and it was time for sex. We were anticipating this and I was curious to see how hung he was, and how good of a fuck he was. Things began quite vanilla between us. I tried my best to control myself and be slow, let him gain confidence, and show himself as a man before me.

I have to admit Richard was very good at oral sex. He kissed my pussy slowly then began to lick it, slowly putting his tongue inside my wet, warm vagina, and letting it loose. Sometimes he would finger me and open up my pussy a bit before plunging his dick into my sex. He had a good body, and it looked even better when he was sweating. Richard was 10 years younger than me so he was quite energetic.

However, as our relationship continued, I started to become a little more demanding, in the sex department. I began to let myself loose. I am a squirter, and even if I can control myself when I am about to squirt, I prefer not to. Men do like it when I squirt, I think it makes them feel like they are doing a good job. I love it when they lick my pussy and suck my juices; it is always better somehow to squirt into someone’s mouth rather than their cock.

To make things short, Richard was never able to please me fully. He made me squirt, sure, but it was not what I wanted. It was mostly because my pussy was stimulated, not because of my pleasure. Men always want to or worry about pleasing themselves instead of the woman they are fucking. After I told Richard he was not pleasing to fuck, he left me with his pride on the floor. At least I was able to shatter that.

I had to continue pleasing myself with my own fingers and my dildos. It was a bit better than Richard, but I still wanted a cock made of flesh. Sometimes, while masturbating myself, I thought of Pedro, my ex boyfriend who came from Mexico. He was a very charming, romantic man who knew exactly how to get me down on my knees to suck his dick. He was also very hung, and I liked sucking that dick.

He was a very sensual lover. I think Pedro has been the closest I have been with someone who cared to please me fully. He fucked me sensually while bending down to lick and bite my hard nipples, while rubbing my pussy and then pulling out to let me gush all over his abdomen, then plunge his hard cock into me again, to start thrusting into me and make me squirt over and over again. Our relationship was going well, but he cheated on me.

I think a man as charming as Pedro is bound to attract many women, so he naturally found someone younger, prettier and easier to please both for him and herself. I was not bothered by him leaving, more so by the fact that I lost some good dick. I like to think of Pedro when I finger myself because I squirt easily this way. I take my dildo and shove it deep down into my pussy, making it turn reddish as I squirt freely.

After Richard and I broke up, I began a casual relationship with a guy I met at a bar. His name was John. That night we met, we got a bit crazy with drinks and fucked in the bar’s bathroom. The bar was pretty dead that particular night so it was easy. We walked into the men’s bathroom and began to make out, he held me against the wall as he french kissed me, then sat me on the counter and began to undress me, leaving my clothes on the floor. He forcefully fingered me while kissing me, making me squirt with a pleased look on his face. The best part of the sex was the fingering, honestly.

I spread my legs open over the counter and he penetrated me with his dick, which was smaller than Richard’s, but thicker. It felt better inside my pussy, and it made me squirt multiple times. He fucked me sideways, making me squirt enough to leave a slippery mess on the floor. Then he bent down and put his face on my pussy, began to eat it and jerked off while he did so.

After a few moments, he stood up and let his load out over my vagina, then slapped my pussy lips with his cock which was getting soft. We dressed up and went back to the bar which was getting full, so we finished just in time. After that we just chatted for a while and exchanged phone numbers, ready to fuck again at a later date.

And so we did. Like, four more times until I got bored of his repeated technique. It was always the same, and he began to do it just to please himself. He seemed rather upset when I told him I did not want to seem him anymore, but I guess in the end he did not care much. He was a pretty boring man, anyway. Most recently, I began to date another man from the office I work at, his name is George.

George is a very kind man. I knew from the moment we met that he was not exactly a savage fucker, but I was interested in him nonetheless. George is 12 years younger than me, and seemed to be pretty inexperienced at sex. I think he had never gone out with a cougar like me.

George would always pay for our dates and was a true gentleman, maybe even more so than previous lovers. He is a very good man, but probably the most lacking one when it came to sex. Whenever we fucked, I was in total control. The good thing about this is that he left me. I would ride his dick like crazy then squirt over his body and then continue riding. He would get tired quickly.

But I liked fucking George. I think it made me realize something about me that I did not know before. Maybe I like the feeling of being in control, and maybe because my previous lovers did not let me, I just kind of did not enjoy the whole experience. Even with this, George and I broke up after a while because I believe he needs space to explore girls more aligned to his needs and age group. I kind of miss him sometimes.

It just leaves me to wonder if I will ever find a man that can handle me sexually? I think that when having sex, there should be a balance in the pleasure of both parties, regardless of stuff like age and gender. I have yet to find a man who can fully please me, but I make do with my own hands and toys for the time being.

For all the men reading this: please know you cannot always be in control, and if you are going to fuck an older woman, we know what we want. Do not think you know better about our body than we do, because you do not. That is why most girls are usually not fully sexually pleased with their boyfriends, but we remain loyal, at least.