Premature ejaculator

Hi. My name is Rose and I used to be a premature ejaculator.

I`m a typical woman with a typical husband. Some friends describe me of a virtuous woman of these days.  I`m very careful to recommended myself to my husband`s esteem and affection.
Sergio was looked for an special girl. “My dream girl would be a girl who has a sense of humor, likes rock music, and doesn’t mind being a model for my photography. She would have a great personality while not being one of those high class girls that needs a lot of maintenance.” “My dream girl does not live on this planet.”

We`re a typical couple who look some action in their lives. My husband and I have been married for a few years, and we have become very open-minded in the bedroom.
However, I want to share my story. It`s a problem or maybe not. You can be judge.

I opened my eyes. I was laying in my bed, wearing my pajamas, completely normal. I turned my head to look at my alarm clock. 6:15 AM. The normal time for me to wake up. In the past, I used to get up at 6:30, but I found out that it’s much more relaxing to get a up a bit before the alarm clock forces you to wake up.

It was a special day for me.

Until this year, Sergio and I had a basic routine for sex that we never really deviated from. Oral for him, he’d cum. Hand job for me. I’d cum. Done. “It`s the typical routine” You know.
Because I do love blowjobs, and I’m in the mood for details, I shall indulge here. And of course, describe my female version of premature ejaculation or really, getting off way too fast.

In this night I said him:

I’ll suck your cock!” I screamed.

“Suck my cock? So you’re a thief and a whore?”

“Look, I just want this to go away… and you’re not too bad to look at.”

I closed the door.

“Strip.” I said.

I stood up and looked at me with that fiery defiance in my eyes. I took off my top and stared to do it.

“More.” I said.

“Suck my cock properly bitch, and when it come, its going down your throat. Do you understand?”  He asked.

His cock deep in my mouth, I only mumbled something. I grabbed her short hair in my hand, and held her head steady. Then I began thrusting into my mouth.

He heard my choke on it, and he didn’t care. It started to feel good, but then I realized that my teeth had started chafing my cock. Clearly my heart wasn’t into this.

I stopped and pulled him cock out. She gasped, spit flying everywhere and sat on the carpet, wheezing.

But, it was other story. The real story is that:

This is how it was (before 2002):

I would go down on him while he lay on his back, massaging his nipples. (He’s got great nipple stimulationability.)

I love taking him in my mouth. Even as I write this, I can feel that feeling in my mouth that makes me want it. It is not unlike the urgent feeling I get in the pussy when it’s time for screwing. It’s a desperate, sensual pulling feeling, like something has to be sucked right now. And without it, something is missing. I get the same feelings about kissing.

So, I’d run my tongue all over his penis with lots of saliva for lube, keeping one hand at the base, playing with his balls. My long hair was constantly a nuisance. Sometimes I’d have to stop and put it in a ponytail before continuing. I’d want to take him right in my mouth and suck and roll my tongue around the tender spots, but he seemed to get off better if I kept to the tongue action around the shaft and head. Admittedly, the whole thing is a turn on for me, and not being able to have him deep in my mouth just cranked me up a little more.

I have an ongoing fantasy of gentle mouth fucking, steering clear of the teeth, but him going deep into my mouth and me alternating between sucking strongly and softly and swirling my tongue around. I use that one all the time during masturbation.

I’d listen to his breathing becoming more rapid. I’d watch for the cues. I love it, LOVE IT, when his balls go really hard right as he’s going to cum. There’s a racing feeling that goes clear up his dick as the sperm shoots out. I LOVE THAT. He seemed to always want me to stop licking right then. I’d desperately want to put my whole mouth over him at that moment. I can orgasm just watching that. I never licked or swallowed his cum. Insert shocking gasping sounds here. That’s definitely on my to-do list now.

This whole episode would take maybe ten or fifteen minutes tops. I’m not sure. I could have gone about an hour for how pleasurable I found it. But Caveman would say he’d get too sore if we go too long. And I suppose it’s good to remember that I’m not just doing it for my own pleasure but for his too.

After he’s exploded and cleaned up (he’s subtle with his orgasms as opposed to me, groaning and yelping), I’d lay beside him for him to play with me. If I had gone first, I probably wouldn’t have been nearly as enthusiastic about the oral on him. I liked to save my orgasm for last in those days.

When it was my turn, I would be completely worked up. He used to joke, Here’s the best ten seconds you’ll have all day. But really, it was no joke. Between the stimulation of having my mouth on his penis and then seeing him cum, there was no way I was going to be touched without having an instant o. Like a snake jumping out of a can. My pussy would be really swollen, the clit double in size. I’d feel my breasts. The anticipation was crazy.
Sure enough, he’d just do a little fast rubbing near the clit, and bam, done. Once he just blew a little air on my clit from a few inches away and I came. It was that easy. Too easy. Great orgasm but so sad to be done so soon.
I’d try playing that popular mental game known as, I’m Not Going to Let Myself Cum, and of course, the mere thought of not allowing those big man hands to get me off, would totally get me off. There was no anal stimulation, minimal fingering if any: just a few flits of the clit, and goosh, woosh. I’d have a really strong orgasm.

I don’t know if it was the fact that I was younger or what, but I’d always cum that fast. I can’t say if it would be the same from intercourse because we rarely screwed all those years. We fell into the blowjob for him, handgasm for me pattern and just did that. And not very often.

For some reason now that I’m a sex maniac with a relentless libido, I have better control over the orgasms. As I mentioned before, it never even occurred to me to try for another one in the old days! But also, the clit would be so sensitive to any touch after one, that I’d be the only one who could even venture down there again to investigate. Direct touch would be painful. Massaging the vulva and a bit of fingering, not so bad.

But now, it’s all different. I can build up the orgasms, cripes, how I love that climbing feeling, fend off the weaker ones who want to try and steal the show and hold out for the big guns. I can have several medium ones all in a row, within seconds of each other, like firecrackers going off. And I get to linger a good long time in the complete erotic pleasure of the build-up (usually while he’s rapidly pressing on my g-spot, flirting with the clit).

Sergio has masterful control of the whole orchestra (stimulating the clit, vulva, vagina (and that mysterious new-found o-spot in there), the anus, breasts, nipples ….) the so I get the Grand Finale O at the end. That’s a screamer. A completely breathless screamer. The one that makes me say ridiculously funny things with swear words mixed in and blurs my vision with stars and lights. While different than the powerful instant o’s of days gone by, I really like this much better. Those were compact models. Now I ride in the stretch lim-o.