A lot of women I’ve talked to have never cum during sex. To hear such a thing always shocks me. Most women will tell you that they cannot come from intercourse alone.
This phenomenon has largely been attributed to the lack of skill on the part of the man; “He just doesn’t know what he’s doing” and so forth. While I’ll be the first to admit that the majority of men on this planet are not that skilled under the covers, I believe this simple claim really isn’t the reason that this is happening; part of the reason, most likely – all of it, no way.
The fact of the matter is, I’ve been with very skilled lovers whom I didn’t cum with for various reasons, and I’ve been with god-awful lovers that I have. The skill of the man involved is not the determining factor in whether or not a woman is going to get her rocks off.
The woman herself is. I can hear all of my fellow females yelling at me now. Sorry ladies – you won’t change my mind on this one. It has always been my belief that too much is expected of the man during sex. This is supposed to be a two-way street, but it seems a lot of our species like to just lie there and expect the man to perform miracles on their pussies and have them screaming to kingdom come. It doesn’t work like that.
What? He’s got no idea how to rub you right or gyrate the way you want? Take over – and do it yourself. He’ll enjoy it, no matter what you’re doing, and you are guaranteed to reach the Big-O; with or without his help.
A lot of the men I’ve been with have commented that they enjoyed sex with me because they didn’t feel like they were doing all the work – that I took responsibility for my own orgasm. It never occurred to me be any other way, but after doing some asking around I learned I was the exception – and not the rule. Come on, ladies – most of them don’t have a clue in the sack to begin with. They need a little help – and even then, it’s not fair to expect them to do everything.
Unless the guy came too quick, I’ve never not cum during sex for any other reason than I just wasn’t into it at the time (yes, it happens even to a nympho like me). If you’re missing out on the screaming sex-induced orgasms you’ve only ever read about, take a look at yourself and what you do to get yourself off. And I’m not talking just rubbing your clit to speed along the process. I’m talking about taking control and assuring your own pleasure. Move how you want to, guide him where you want him to be. Trust me, he’ll love you for it – and you’ll finally understand what all us nymphos have been raving about.
I'm not a fan of big dicks. Size never really mattered much to me. There were a few reasons for this: 1. My first was just at average and he was amazing in bed. We were wild, and had lots of threesomes, and I got to experiment with bigger cocks but I wasn't impressed. I truly believed that any size was just useless equipment if you didn't know how to use it. 2. I'm only 4'10" - there's not a lot of wiggle room there, if you know what I mean. Big cocks just hurt me. I also find it harder to give a good blowjob when said member is as so damn long you can't get much past the head down your throat without having it tickle your intestines.
So, everyday-size cocks were a-okay with me. That is, until I met Really Big, Gorgeous Cock Guy. RBGCG was this very sexy and very sexual man I'd met online. After talking so for months, we went out to a club together. I really wasn't expecting to get with him - but he had me so turned on by time we got home that I was all over him. Imagine my dismay when I pulled him from his pants to give him a good suck. I know, I know - most women would've been drooling over this massive prize I held in my hands. It was definitely the largest I'd ever seen and all I could think was "I'm not going to be able to enjoy this because it's going to feel like he's splitting me open." Still, ever the trooper, I dutifully sucked away (as well as I could around that thing).
Soon after we'd rearranged ourselves and I was lying on my back, awaiting the impalement and hoping he would cum quickly and not hurt me too much. Imagine my shock - and complete and utter delight - when he slid that massive cock inside of me and it felt like fucking heaven. This was new. A few good minutes into this, I was leading him over to the couch - I had to ride this one.
He later admitted he was a bit skeptical at first of letting me straddle him on the couch - claiming most women didn't know "how to move" that well in said position. Little did he know he was with a trained and masterful nympho! I climbed on top of him, enjoying every single inch of that cock as I came down on it - then began fucking the shit out of him. I couldn't believe how good it felt and how much it didn't hurt. Never had I experienced this sensation of being completely filled up. I was nearing my orgasm when he cried out that he was going to cum - so I rode him faster, hoping to beat him to it, or, at least, cum with him. I missed - he scored. He apologized - saying he wasn't used to a woman knowing how to ride him like that.
Still being the sexy gentleman he'd been all evening, he got me off with his skilled fingers. Though I still had an amazing, explosive orgasm, I do regret not getting to cum all over that really big, gorgeous cock of his.
She came to me in a dream the other nite – a vision of loveliness, the goddess above all, my dream woman. My friend and I were walking through this strange party city. It was similar to Vegas but even more bright and colorful (if you can imagine it). Even the streets were brightly painted with murals and lyrical sayings. The shops along the street were nothing but bars, sex shops and whorehouses. We took one narrow alleyway, and found a quaint little porn shop with a room in the back to be “serviced”. We were looking for something – a specific dildo for my friend or some similar item. I wandered into the back room and all of these hookers were standing around; waiting. They tried to talk to me, but I felt uncomfortable so I went outside.
There she was. There were a few other streetwalkers out there, hanging around, and her. I thought she must be a hooker, too, because she came right up and started talking to me. I was immediately mesmerized. She was petite and olive-skinned with thick and wavy long hair. She had large, dark, almond-shaped eyes and a perfect little baby-doll mouth. When she spoke I saw that she wasn’t like all of the other ladies out there – she was cultured; intelligent. She had Alyssa Milano’s body – need I say more? She kept talking to me, apparently wanting to hang out. I told her I had to go and started to leave. My friend was ready to make it back to the car, but she followed us. I really wanted her to come, but still believed she was a hooker trying to make her move. As we walked back to the car I explained to her that I thought she was really cool and very nice, but I just didn’t have any money. She insisted that she wasn’t a hooker. She said she was drawn to me, and she told me her name was Lola.
I didn’t know what to think – I wanted to believe her, but was afraid she’d spring the “It costs this much…” on me any second. We stood next to the car talking for quite some time, and I was really falling hard for her. Suddenly, she kissed me. It was all over then. In the next second we were in the back of some station wagon-type car having wild, hot sex. I can still remember the feel of her soft skin and wet lips.
Afterwards, I took her back home with me. She was the woman I’d been searching for all my life, and we were mad about each other. J. called and when I told him he was thrilled. I couldn’t have been happier. I never thought I’d find a woman that fit the bill – but the dream has told me that she’s out there. Now, I’m on a quest to find her.
* 11:29 am *
Not but a few hours after posting this, I got one of those aggravating sex/porn junk emails in my box. As I went to hit Delete, I noticed the sender - it simply said "Lola". A sign? Perhaps. 
Want to learn how to insure you never get a repeat performance with me beneath the sheets? Read on.
It was the first guy I'd been with since my ex of four years had left me. No, I wasn't some vulnerable, sobbing mass of emotions that could easily be taken advantage of. I was a hot and horny nympho who was having to adjust to a life without a regular supply of sex. It wasn't an easy adjustment.
We wound up on the couch and I straddled him. He was a pretty good kisser and I found myself grinding my crotch into his. I was enjoying myself, so I slid off of him and undid his pants. He had a nice cock and I hungrily started sucking it. He didn't let that go on for too long - said it felt too good. Next thing I knew he was on top of me and sliding his dick inside of me. I moaned, and started to swivel my hips to match his quick thrusts.
A little too quick - there was one, two, three thrusts and he blurted out, "I'm going to cum". To which I responded, "Already?!" He didn't even make it through the fourth. But, that's not what banned him from my list of potential fuck buddies forever. I'm not that shallow; shit happens. He apologized, saying he hadn't had sex in about three months. Fine, cool, whatever. Then he said, "Well, I gotta go." He stood, put on his clothes, kissed me on top of the head and left - while I sat there in stunned silence. Come too quick, we can work on that. Not so outstanding performance, I love to train. Sex-jitters that make you keep losing your hard, not a problem, I'm patient. Get off and don't even attempt to get me off - arrivederci asshole. And you won't ever get a second chance.