BJ FAIL

I had twenty minutes or so before I had to meet with my friend London to assist in her finding a new apartment. I was pasting cut-out letters in a journal for class while watching Ninja play Total War and dominate Jerusalem when he popped up and said "Forget this computer game, lets snuggle!" I love that boy.

So we layed in bed and the gears started turning, but they jammed a bit. He knew it, of course. I'd arranged myself comfortably on top of him, looking at his face in that way I like to do that is probably rather creepy. "Stop thinking about it and just do it," he coaxed, all-knowing, after informing me that he had a hard-on. "You're making it difficult for yourself."

Okay, okay, my cover is blown so it's now or never! I shimmied down his torso and pushed his hips to the mattress and fumbled with the button on his jeans. Clumsy hands, I muttered he shouldn't be making it difficult for me to get his pants off.

His cock is amazing.

And you know what? HE DIDN'T COME. I can't give good blowjobs anymore, he hasn't finished in forever. I am upset at myself. But I won't lose faith, as long as he wants 'em.

It wasn't all terrible, of course, because after he apparently tired of me working on him, he told me to take my pants off. Off they went and I took him in me, in the slightly-awkward but pleasurable Reverse Cowgirl.

He rubbed my thighs and ass while I enjoyed myself, and warmed me up to a little anal play. We've not gone too far with that - another self-imposed road block, you see. I've got no problem with anal. It turns me on in porn and it gets me off when I fantasize about it, but sensation-wise I've not quite transitioned from the "no, you're not going to shit yourself" feeling. And I'm deathly afraid of fissures and pain. I know, I know, done properly it won't hurt at all. But I don't know 'cause I've never tried more than a handful of experiments with my vibrator.

Ninja's prodded me (hah! pun!) a few times about it but he's never got a condom, which I would prefer, and we've never got lube, which we would need.

Eventually I got a little psyched out and I started hitting the right spot so my LEGS stopped working... I leaned back and he bucked beneath me, it was freaking great. He came shortly thereafter, groaning and twitching. Aaah, I love that.

We cleaned up, I apologized for not getting him off properly, and off I went, late.