My first sexual experiences were a little unusual. No, not because they involved kinky activities, but because they didn’t involve vaginal sex. I went to an all-boys boarding school for my high school years. No, those first experiences didn’t involve another male. It’s just that I had no real sexual information until I got to college. My first girlfriend, there was as ignorant as me. We were both virgins.
We tried to have sex on our first date. In fact, I thought we succeeded. I got my penis in the right place, and we both had orgasms. It turned out I wasn’t actually in the right place, just between the outer lips. There was enough friction for us to get off. We discovered this little situation when we tried to have sex again the next day. This time we were less frantic. I was on top, and I tried to enter her. I couldn’t. Apparently, her hymen was thick. I was afraid to push too hard. I didn’t want to hurt her.
Since we had no real knowledge of what we were doing, we decided to do some research. We bought a self-help book for new couples. It talked about various positions as well as oral and manual sex. It didn’t explain what was wrong in our situation. We tried again with no luck. It was too frustrating to forget about sex, so we tried oral sex. That worked very well for both of us. For the six months we dated, that was what we did.
I suppose those early experiences imprinted me. While I figured out how to fuck with my next girlfriend, I retained a strong preference for oral activities. It could be that our first sexual experiences mold the patterns of our lives. Of course, I had a lot of vaginal with plenty of hand jobs thrown in. But I always loved oral sex most of all. I don’t mean just getting blow jobs. Giving oral sex has always been just as much fun for me.
It’s not a fetish. I enjoy all of the other forms of sexual release. One woman I dated insisted that men could only ejaculate inside her. She was happy to use her mouth or hands but insisted that 100 percent of emitted semen end up in her vagina. Unsurprisingly, she had six kids. I don’t think it was a religious thing. It wasn’t sexual because she was happy to receive oral or manual orgasms. She insisted her man finish inside her and no other way.
All this came to mind when I was thinking about our current situation. Mrs. Lion’s interest in sex for herself disappeared quite a few years ago. It isn’t showing any sign of returning. For the first seven or eight years, that meant my sex life was almost exclusively hand jobs. This includes the years of orgasm control. I would get an occasional blow job, but the vast majority of my sex was via Mrs. Lion’s hand.
This stopped working very well last summer. I don’t know why, but it got more difficult for her to get me off, or even to the edge with her hand. She had no trouble doing it with her mouth. The amount of effort a hand job took became painful for her. I think it was her position on the bed next to me. Anyway, she switched to using her mouth. Aside from one orgasm induced by her hand and the Magic Wand vibrator, all of my edging and ejaculating has been induced orally.
I’m not complaining. After all, oral sex was my go-to activity at the very start of my two-person sex life. Mrs. Lion tries using her hand for warmup. Sometimes it works well. Other times it doesn’t work at all. I miss not being able to reciprocate. I wish I could do something to interest my lioness. I also worry that she will tire of all the work it takes to get me off. I’m very grateful she enjoys sucking my cock. I certainly love it when she does.