Why do we spend so much energy on dead-end situations and on would-be lovers who just don't get it? Today's sex blog roundup is a collective flip to all the would-be Romeos in our lives and all the heartbreaks in the offing. Can't we please just get along ... or end it right here and now?
Join Jefferson as he gets out while the getting is good after the jump.
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Sex Blog Roundup
by Jefferson
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When in a relationship, premature ejaculation, or PE, is usually a bad thing. He's done before I get most of my clothes off, and snoring by the time I get myself off. That said, when he's looking for an afternoon quickie or a fast fuck before work, PE is a great way to get it over with and get on with my own schedule. With clients, it's a godsend.
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I think it's one of those New York things, this obsession with cunnilingus. It's as if men have only just discovered the art of licking pussy, and with it the knowledge that if they do it long enough, we might just suck their cock--or even sit on it.
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When he sees me crying, he says, his impulse is to set me free. He hates it when I cry (though in the right circumstances it gets him harder than anything), and I think he sees it as a sign that I am unhappy in the relationship. I wish he would stop interpreting my tears as a failure on his part. I told him that the best way to respond to my tears is to tighten my collar, and not to loosen it.
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So I'm in bed tonight, stretching, relaxing. The husband just said goodnight and went back downstairs. And I start thinking. Here I am in bed, and he has chosen to go back downstairs to build a house out of Legos. I kid you not.
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'Escort' is just a polite word for what I do. I don't actually escort anybody anywhere. Because when somebody calls up asking for a dinner date, they almost never offer to pay for the time I have to spend having dinner with them. They seem to think that an expensive dinner, or sometimes any dinner, should be considered my job interview or something.
- Compartments: An Escort's Weblog
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I have said the words "I like you," thoughtfully and sincerely, twice this year. I've cooked for three women, an act, which considering my talent in the kitchen or lack thereof, is usually an indication that I want intimacy even more than I want sex. There have been no breaks in my search for love or something like it. My relationships overlap, the demise of one barely registering before I'm halfway into the next one.
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Previously: Sex Blog Roundup Archive