Here's a personal story for ya, eBuddie:
I was dating a girl who was a freak. We'd been dating for a while, like 4 months. Anyways - We were getting freaky with some handcuff play and so she played cop and I played robber. So she's getting all into it, and trying to really be like dominating and stuff - real turned-on. Time goes on and she starts giving me a blowjob and then just kinda stops in a turned-off way. I mean really turned off, like "let's talk about that time you got raped" turned off. I was puzzled at the time. That session ended badly. I didn't figure it out. I didn't ask. I just thought that she dredged up a bad memory, like most girls with low self-esteem do when you're with them.
Weeks later, we have a great time @ a pool party and go back to my house and have wild monkey sex. We get to playing a little cops and robbers again and it works out fine. Happy ending all the way around. I didn't think much of it, but I noticed that she tounged my asshole which I didn't recall her doing before. It was a good day and night. A++++
It wasn't until years later that I figured it all out - The whole situation and her stand-offishness sometimes when doing some sex things. I was like 22 @ the time and pretty experienced w/ chicks, but not mature enough, or not caring enough to "ask" or communicate the hard questions.
Here's what it came down to: I was sometimes a lazy ass wiper and I wiped back > to > balls that day and I must have smeared my ballsack with shit or something. She was having a GREAT time, we were having a great time and it stopped so suddenly. I should have known she had a foul smell phobia, because if I was going down on her, she'd check her own oil and smell the dipstick. She was a clean girl, too. Her puss never smelled bad at all. In fact, it smelled like a fresh showered female armpit. However, from that experience I'd learned a valuable technique that I call the "date wipe" (aka thorough & wet) when I'm hanging with a chick - I never forget it, like 9/11.
It's just funny to think that the only time she totally went nastygram on me, aka tounged my ass, was after I'd been soaking all day in chlorinated water. That's how I figured it out. That girl was into me, though. She stuck with me for a while - shitty sack and all. I can only feel even worse for the girls that came before her. They were all dedicated troopers in their own special way. I'd give them hazard back-pay if I could. I like to think that I'd been given a clean slate after the all-too-late epiphany, perhaps even - a clean taint.
I was dating a girl who was a freak. We'd been dating for a while, like 4 months. Anyways - We were getting freaky with some handcuff play and so she played cop and I played robber. So she's getting all into it, and trying to really be like dominating and stuff - real turned-on. Time goes on and she starts giving me a blowjob and then just kinda stops in a turned-off way. I mean really turned off, like "let's talk about that time you got raped" turned off. I was puzzled at the time. That session ended badly. I didn't figure it out. I didn't ask. I just thought that she dredged up a bad memory, like most girls with low self-esteem do when you're with them.
Weeks later, we have a great time @ a pool party and go back to my house and have wild monkey sex. We get to playing a little cops and robbers again and it works out fine. Happy ending all the way around. I didn't think much of it, but I noticed that she tounged my asshole which I didn't recall her doing before. It was a good day and night. A++++
It wasn't until years later that I figured it all out - The whole situation and her stand-offishness sometimes when doing some sex things. I was like 22 @ the time and pretty experienced w/ chicks, but not mature enough, or not caring enough to "ask" or communicate the hard questions.
Here's what it came down to: I was sometimes a lazy ass wiper and I wiped back > to > balls that day and I must have smeared my ballsack with shit or something. She was having a GREAT time, we were having a great time and it stopped so suddenly. I should have known she had a foul smell phobia, because if I was going down on her, she'd check her own oil and smell the dipstick. She was a clean girl, too. Her puss never smelled bad at all. In fact, it smelled like a fresh showered female armpit. However, from that experience I'd learned a valuable technique that I call the "date wipe" (aka thorough & wet) when I'm hanging with a chick - I never forget it, like 9/11.
It's just funny to think that the only time she totally went nastygram on me, aka tounged my ass, was after I'd been soaking all day in chlorinated water. That's how I figured it out. That girl was into me, though. She stuck with me for a while - shitty sack and all. I can only feel even worse for the girls that came before her. They were all dedicated troopers in their own special way. I'd give them hazard back-pay if I could. I like to think that I'd been given a clean slate after the all-too-late epiphany, perhaps even - a clean taint.