When IT happens

Here’s a post for all you guys on when “IT” happens – you know your hitting it hard and heavy and suddenly go limp, or she’s naked kissing up on you and you can’t get it hard. Now, this is alcohol besides, because women totally understand the “Whiskey Dick” as my fellow friends have entitled it – either it won’t come down or it won’t go up – this is for that straight in the moment times.

She will tell you, “it’s not a big deal” and “really it’s okay” as you make excuses from, “I have a lot on my mind” to “this never happens.” But how about whether it is a big deal or whether it really is okay?

I’ve had this conversation with a couple of my friends… the first time it happens ever to a girl they do ask their other female friends if it’s normal – to which the girls normally reply that it happens. But what is she thinking? I can tell you that I say those things, but really I’m doing it to ease your ego. Because, to me, it’s not okay and it is a big deal.

I like it when a guy cums, for 10 minutes or so he’s sensitive to touch, rendered useless except to lie there in your combined sweat and breathe. Sometimes they even become more truthful – ask them any question and they non-chalantly reply.

I usually blow it off the first time and try to get you going again. If it happens again, or continually, we do wonder if we’re not attractive enough, tight enough, shaved enough, good in bed enough, etc. but we don’t want to ask those things because it may be just other things going on and we don’t want to hurt your feelings.

The first time it happened to me with RS I was in shock, I told him it was okay and not to worry. He still did. The second time it happened, I told him that I was a little bugged since it had so recently happened before hand, he explained everything on his mind. Then there was the time it happened when we were screwing at my place which lacks doors and therefore the cat felt the need to walk between his legs and purr, performance anxiety. And then there was the last time when he toyed with me to go to Madison after he found out his roommate would be out for a couple hours. I came twice, but he kept losing his hard. At one point he explained that the bed squeaked too much, I told him to lie on the floor then. When he couldn’t get it up I told him it was really okay, I had cum so it was worth my drive, he explained that he doesn’t like to hear people have sex and he was paranoid his roommate would come home. I jokingly grabbed my clothes and said, “Because then you would have to explain what you were doing, or with who?” He looked down at the ground and said, “That’s not it at all. I just don’t want him to hear the bed or you moaning. It’s definitely not that I don’t want him to know.” Then he muttered something about religion and I left.

Hope that helps - but don't get paranoid, have a legitimate explanation.