Are you done yet?
I am still thinking of those words the woman told me, “Fuck Me”. Through out the day I would say those words over and over. Could I have sex again with that skinny black haired woman. She had asked me to come back. Today I am still moving mud. My body is getting a bit tired. Do I have the energy to fuck a third night in a row. I am not as young as I once was, but I still have big desires. It is funny that before I was twenty, I wanted to be twenty. In my twenties, I just wanted not to be poor. I wanted to have money to travel, or just enough so I could change my life from what it was. My paycheck covered my basic expenses but not much else. In my twenties I always had a girlfriend, but it seemed that I don’t remember the sex we had. I recall that one girlfriend always wanted to talk a long time before she was ready to have sex. Talking for her was her aphrodisiac. As a twenty year old man I could get hard at just the thought of fucking. I don’t think it is premature ejaculation, just a young man with a lot of energy. I let that girl down one night. I had to get up really early for work and I had gotten up early that day for the early morning shift. I wanted fuck and go to sleep, but she wanted to tell me of all the minor and major things that people had told her that day. I usually would listen to her, as that is communication. But I wanted to fuck, and she said not yet as she wanted to tell me one more story. I turned over and fell asleep. Sometime later she was trying to get me interested in her, and I was said no, I have to get up and work. Go to sleep. A couple of days after that we were with her girl friends. Her girlfriend said something implying that I didn’t have the sexual energy that her boyfriend had. No it was not the amount of energy that I had, it was the total amount energy I had. If my girlfriend would have fucked when I wanted to fuck she would have been somewhat satisfied. Maybe..
After dinner I go get a massage and maybe a fuck. I park my car in the parking lot next door to the massage parlor. I walked in and the two women were on the couch. The older woman and the young skinny woman with long black hair was there. The young skinny woman jumps up and grabs my hand. She takes me to the first room. She hugs me, and says welcome back. She asks what I want, while she is moving her hands and arms in thrusting motion. I nod my head yes and pull out some money and a condom. I take off my clothes and lay face down on the massage table. She starts massaging my back. She is quiet as she works on massaging my back. She works her way down my back to my butt. She squeezes it very well. She rubs my legs, and the a light touch over my body up to my balls. She feels that my dick is hard. She says it is time. I stand up, and she sits on the massage table, and unfolds the condom over my hard dick. She looks at me and lays back across the massage table. Her head is against the wall. I remember that before her head was hitting the wall so I suggested that she turn on the massage table. I climbed up and entered her. I was close to her, and she says it is too close. She likes the other way better,with her laying crossways,with her head against the wall and me standing while thrusting into her. I use her folded spread legs for leverage every time I thrust into her. The table was pounding against the wall. As I was a bit physically tired, I kept fucking her but not ejaculating. The rhythmic pounding on the wall by the bed was quite loud. I feel the cum working its way, but it is not ready. After about ten minutes of me just wailing on her, she asks me, “Are you done yet?” I said not yet and I did a couple of more thrusts and decided that I needed to fake ejaculation. Obviously she was not enjoying it much, and I was too tired to ejaculate. I did a shudder of my body and stopped fucking her. I pulled out and she reached for a tissue to remove my condom. I think she noticed that the was not any cum in the reservoir tip. So much for that. We both get dressed. We leave the room together. The older lady looks at us. She is smiling at the skinny woman as the length of the fuck was obviously heard through the thin walls,and was amplified by the massage table. She gives me a hug, and asks if I going to come tomorrow? I said probably not, because I am busy. I leave and go to the car. I go over what she said, “Are you done yet?” I realize that I am not that good of lover, if the woman is counting minutes before I was done. Ok I need to be more mindful of people. I need to engage with conversation. It doesn’t have to be the long discussion like with my old girlfriend. A discussion needs to be free flowing and sincere. How is your day? How long have you been here? What is your name? Tell her my name. Look at their face and engage a common smile. The words, “Are you done yet?” , mean something different to me now. They mean I need to improve. I will because I will try.
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