Well, in my relentless search for fuck buddies I met this guy, we started talking a lot and I gained enough trust to consider him a friend. Yay! Now all that was left was for my demisexual mind to do the work and everything went just as I expected: I started having intense sexual thoughts throughout the day urging me to fuck him as soon as possible.

We talked it over, met at a hotel and as soon as we closed the door I pulled down his pants and started giving him a blowjob, he barely lasted a few seconds before cumming, covering his face in embarrassment. It was adorable and I only wanted to ride him more and take control of him, since in our conversations he had mentioned a decent track record with women and his cock was pretty good, and since I love challenges, I had set myself the goal of being the best of all his women hehe

So already in bed I rode him... just another few minutes before he came again. I was really confused about what was going on, and he was really embarrassed so he asked me to put us in the missionary position so he could control it better, which I obviously agreed to, his recovery period was extremely short so I had no problem continuing to fuck. ...Until he finished again in a few minutes!

Ok yes, I was a bit disappointed but I could imagine the embarrassment he was feeling so I comforted him a bit, I understand that these things happen, and I told him we could take it slow but he insisted on continuing.

We tried a few more positions but the result was the same, it didn't last long. Finally we took a moment to think and he told me something that I guess I shouldn't take as a compliment but that I loved to know. Textually: "I think the problem is that I feel like I'm with a porn actress, you move and moan so dirty, so sexy that I can't hold back"

Ok, I took it great and like the victory I wanted, although not enough cock in my pussy but victory nonetheless.

With time and more practice he it was able to last a little longer, it still wasn't enough but it was something more. But the thing is that I'm a housewife and there are times in life when I don't have time for months and this guy started to push. Obviously I made things clear to him; I wasn't going to leave my family to go after a cock. So he got offended and stopped talking to me, I really didn't regret it.

Another few months passed and he wrote me again apologizing for how he had acted towards me, although also admitting that I had "ruined him" because now it didn't matter who he had sex with, he didn't enjoy it as much as when he had sex with me, even admitting to paying for sex and not being able to finish anywhere near as good as he felt with me. So he begged me to fuck again, also mentioning that he really missed my friendship, spending time, sharing, etc. So not only could he not have sex but he compared all women to me and none of them were good enough.

.....ok..... This time I couldn't take it as a compliment, the guy seemed to really have broken down and be obsessed or having romantic feelings for me. In any case, I didn't need any of those things in my life so I cut off all communication with him.

Moral of the story, sometimes it's better not to try to be the best.