A Sexual Encounter Fizzles

I promised I’d share the bad times as well as the good.  This post will prove I spoke the truth.

Last night Lyn and I crawled into bed at about 11:30 p.m.  The day had been particularly exhausting and neither of us felt revved and ready to go.  So, we just started talking about silly unimportant things to unwind.

As we chatted, Lyn began to stroke my chest.  For some reason it really didn’t feel good to me at the time.  Though I tried to just let it go, my face betrayed me.  All of a sudden Lyn stopped and said, “You look really bored.”  I tried to explain to her how I primarily feed off her energy to get excited and rubbing my chest really didn’t do it for me.

She seemed all right about it and told me she’d just concentrate on herself.  She rolled onto her back and began to masturbate.  It took less than 2 minutes to get my full attention and I rolled over to join the fun.  I knew I was in trouble when I pulled her to me and she was as stiff as a board.

I could feel the bad vibes and I rolled off asking her why she was upset.  She told me I’d made her feel cheap.  She’d expected me to respond favourably to the rubbing.  And when I hadn’t she got it in her mind I was shoving her off to get ready so I could just hop on later.  Though this wasn’t my intent, I understood how my actions and lack of response seemed to say just that.

We talked it over and worked it out.  But by the time we did I had no energy left.  I grabbed her in my arms, told her I loved her, and crashed.

Expectations killed the moment.  At first I believed it was her expectations.  But as I thought about it, I realised my expectations had also played a part.  I expected she’d just understand without me having to do anything different.

My opinion after thinking it all through is- sex is so much better when none of the participants have expectations of the others.