Weird event happened recently. I was about to get laid. She was a women I met in college, we've known each other a few years and made out a couple times, but finally here we went, about to full on fuck. We make out, get semi naked in her bed and she asks if I can get her off, and seeing as I was going to anyways, I happy comply. After she comes she just kind of...lays there, I asks what's up and she said she was, just needed a minute to get her head back. So I wait. And wait. And we are chatting which is great, but I had worked 18 hours and was getting tired so I decide to sleep.
I was happy, it was fun and I was har boring no ill will, it's how things rolled and I enjoy eating pussy so good times were had, but then, right as I was falling asleep, shit went wrong. She shakes me awake, and asks why I'm not fucking her, to which I mumble maybe in the morning. She groans and huffs and puffs and begins sliding around on the bed. It's 4 fucking am.
Now I'm not unreasonable. I'd fuck her, but at 4 am after a double shift, I feel it's reasonable to expect some foreplay my way too. To get the mood up and going. So I tell her this, that I'd need some thing to get my mood back, and then I'd be good, which is when the night went from weird to ruined.
She whined that she wanted to get fucked now. She fucking whined. A 30 year old women straight up whined. I don't mind being begged, in the right context. But whining is never. Ever. Ever sexy. Just a cold bucket of ice water to the loins.
