Goodbye, E
“What is the point if sex does not make me come, and the idea of relationship is boring?” I asked.
“So find someone who can make you come” he said.
This is how it always gets: I hope that this time I will be able to come. But I fail again and again. How many times do I need to fail to finally realize that it is time I give it up? Million? Billion? About so I guess.
Then I get annoyed, because not coming when your partner does every time is not much fun. So I get annoyed by this and then anger kicks in. I start secretly to blame the partner for it, though it is useless, I know it well this is not their fault. It is never their fault. Only my organism's one. That's it.
We row, and split up. I get hurt, bored and frustrated.
I return to myself again, wondering if I really need someone but me. The older I grow the better I understand that no, I don't need this somebody for sure.
I just have to accept the fact that I am the only person who is able to bring myself to orgasm. All is that simple.
Goodbye, E.
“So find someone who can make you come” he said.
This is how it always gets: I hope that this time I will be able to come. But I fail again and again. How many times do I need to fail to finally realize that it is time I give it up? Million? Billion? About so I guess.
Then I get annoyed, because not coming when your partner does every time is not much fun. So I get annoyed by this and then anger kicks in. I start secretly to blame the partner for it, though it is useless, I know it well this is not their fault. It is never their fault. Only my organism's one. That's it.
We row, and split up. I get hurt, bored and frustrated.
I return to myself again, wondering if I really need someone but me. The older I grow the better I understand that no, I don't need this somebody for sure.
I just have to accept the fact that I am the only person who is able to bring myself to orgasm. All is that simple.
Goodbye, E.