Caught me masturbating…?

The other evening, I had a date with a Brooklyn girl I’ve been seeing occasionally. The night started perfectly fine with a lovely dinner at some trendy new restaurant followed by drinks at some trendy new lounge. Around midnight, the yawning started for both of us, induced not by boredom but by sheer exhaustion, as she’d been out until 5am the night prior and I’d just returned from a week long jaunt to Cali. After she’d stifled a fifth yawn, drinks were downed and we made our way back to my place.

There was constant kissing caressing and fondling in the cab, elevator and hallway of my building and when we got inside, we didn’t even bother turning on lights since clothes were being unbuttoned and a hasty retreat towards the bedroom was well underway, a trail of carelessly strewn garments falling in our wake. Condoms were retrieved and it wasn’t terribly long before they were employed.

The girl – let’s call her Brooke – is a fantastic bedroom companion. She’s down for just about anything and I rather enjoy her touch, demeanor and overall level of sexiness. However, I just couldn’t finish. Perhaps it’s because I’m not into the idea of dating her or taking our breezy relationship anywhere towards the realm of seriousness. Not that there’s anything wrong with her; I’m merely missing that intangible feeling of “I like you so much I want to shrink you and keep you in my pocket forever” which has been present in women I’ve seriously dated.

I stopped, waited a few minutes and we tried again. Same result. Just when I felt like I was getting close to climax, I’d become hyper aware and acutely focused on the lack of a real connection and couldn’t switch my mind back to enjoying the occurring carnal pleasures. Brooke, moaning atop me, also wasn’t close to reaching completion, though she made a point to repeatedly reiterate that “it feels so good” and that it practically “takes a diesel powered vibrator to get me off.” Dually noted.

Twenty or so minutes into round two and it was clear neither of us would be privy to the other’s O-face, so I feigned a need to urinate and we stopped again. Brooke immediately fell asleep, but I was still wide-awake and had some work to finish. I quietly snuck into the other room to bang out a few projects that needed completion, and at least something would reach fruition that evening.

At 3:30am, I finished up and realized that I was still horny and was experiencing blue balls. I shut the door to my room and figured I’d hear Brooke coming and slipped my hand downstairs while dialing up some Internet porn. A few minutes into my self-love and I heard her soft - and now very quizzical - voice. “Hey…?” Startled, I looked up to see that she’d opened the door and was staring at me. I tried to cover up as fast as possible, but I’m positive she’d just seen me treating my body like an amusement park. Frantically, I tried to close out the porn windows while remaining casual, a move I heinously failed to pull off. “Whatcha doing?” she asked. “Just finishing up some work,” I responded, nonchalantly. There was no way she was buying this, but she nodded and mumbled something about letting me get back to it and closed the door.

Beads of sweat emerged on my forehead as I tried to formulate a plan. Do I address this? Or ask her what she saw? Or just ignore it all together? Part of me was also irked that after all this repeated effort, I STILL hadn’t gotten off. After mopping my brow, I returned to the bed and her. She looked at me expectantly, clearly waiting for me to speak first.

My mouth opened and even I had no idea what was going to escape my lips. After a pregnant pause, I heard my own voice. “I’m still really horny and you passed out and I didn’t want to wake you up.” I scanned her face for any indication that this was working; it was blank. And now it was her turn for lingering silence. It seemed to last for an eternity. “I can fix that,” she eventually said, smiling coyly and moving around to get back on top of me.

Round three felt good, but now in addition to all of the other thoughts bouncing around my brain, I kept getting embarrassed that she caught me jerking off and was seriously worried this was all going to be for naught yet again. After another fifteen minutes, I came. As she rolled off and snuggled up next to me, I swear she muttered “Finally.” …Right.

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    Read this.
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  4. likeucoulddobetter reblogged this from sothenshe and added:
    this is the BEST thing I’ve read in a long time.
  5. ileftmysweaterathome reblogged this from sothenshe and added:
    There is nothing more frustrating than these types of moments (cough, cough last night).. Though if I caught a guy...
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  8. becca-jane reblogged this from sothenshe and added:
    This sounds familiar… haha