He's Never Made Me Come - Sex Stories

He's Never Made Me Come

... definitely becoming awkward. I wasn’t at all comfortable sharing the intimate details of my sex life with a woman old enough to be my mother and who barely knew me. But at the same time I couldn’t help but reply. I guess I figured therapy only works if you’re willing to share everything. “It makes me feel powerful. I love seeing her becoming more and more aroused the longer I keep teasing her. Knowing that the only concrete thought running through her head is my name. Feeling how much she wants me, and then feeling that want turn into need and desperation. Seeing her cheeks flush and her hips buck. Hearing her sighs turn to gasps turn to moans. Putting everything I have into making her feel better than she ever has before. And then when it’s over, knowing that I made it happen. It’s the best feeling ever.” I think I’d almost forgotten that I was speaking aloud. I felt exposed and vulnerable, telling this woman about making my girlfriend come. When I finally met her gaze again, she was staring at me in that way, like she could see into my mind. She seemed engrossed in my description, and I noticed she had crossed her legs tightly since I’d last looked at her. She cleared her throat. “And what about you? Do you...? I mean...are you...satisfied?” ...Was my therapist asking me I was getting any? This was definitely veering away from the usual territory of our discussions. “Um, yes,” I answered. “But for me it’s secondary.” “Secondary?” “Yeah. It’s just not that important to me. ...

... I’m more interested in making her feel good. I can take it or leave it.” “I see...” she trailed off, and for the first time in the conversation she looked away from me. She seemed to be struggling with something in her mind. I’m sure I spotted her thighs clench gently. Was what I was saying turning her on? It was starting to look that way, but I couldn’t think of anything I’d said that she wouldn’t have felt herself a hundred times before. Surely everybody wants to make their partner feel good? But I could see that she was lost in her imagination now, and her cheeks were definitely turning pink. I glanced down and yet again noticed the almost imperceptible tightening of her thigh muscles. “I’m sorry if something I’ve said made you uncomfortable...” I started. “I guess I figured nothing I could say would bother you in any way.” No response. I tried to make light of the situation. “I totally get it if talking about lesbian sex makes you uncomfortable, I don’t enjoy it either!” That brought her back. “No, it’s not that at all. I’m sorry. It’s just...hearing you talk so passionately about pleasing your partner. It just makes me wonder...why can’t my husband be like that? Eighteen years of marriage and he’s never...” She looked at me again, and for the first time since I’d started seeing her, it was her with tears in her eyes, not me. I held her gaze. “God I feel awful, making this about me. He’s never made me come. Not once. And here you are, a girl of twenty-one full of knowledge ...