I'm About To Make A Mistake, I Think
Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 11:23 am
I think maybe writing it down here, as there's no one else to share it with that could understand, it may help me do what I know I need to do.
As most anal only women know, it's almost impossible to find a proper relationship with a like-minded man, where you care passionately for each other, and can go straight to anal without the mandatory vaginal ice-breaker. The moment we try and voice our preferences before things go too far, the guy's labeled you in his mind as NSA booty call material. Not a future wife or life partner.
There's never a good time to bring it up and it seems, and I know a lot of the guys here have experienced it too, there's no good time to bring up the anal sex question, without being labelled a pervert.
I recently struck up good rapport by email and phone calls with a great guy. The conversation is deep and stimulating, whether talking politics, cooking recipes, or what goes on in public saunas. I warmed to his open-mindedness and the fact that he thinks for himself, and not with the herd. I said nothing about my anal sex desires. But one day he brought it up casually, in a matter-of-fact way.
My mistake then was that while I immediately showed my hand as a woman that does anal sex, I failed to stress that I'm anal only. Although I was pretty sure I'd made it clear it was my preference.
And this is the problem with the non-anal only world. Stating it as a preference, all he hears is the flexibility.
So we met, and to my horror, and disgust, he was fingering my vagina. I feel repulsed and cold remembering that. Even though I expressed discomfort verbally (which meant he'd pull back the intensity, then build up the speed again, and even though my body language must have told him that I was totally not into it, he was typically oblivious to my lack of enthusiasm. The only reason we ended up naked in the same room was because I'd over-estimated his love of anal sex.
For when the time came, at my instigation, after the obligatory vaginal sex (cringe and puke at the memory, but I've had decades of faking tolerance of it which most men seem satisfied with) and we went for anal, it took a while, He just wasn't hard enough. I knew then his mind wasn't really in it. He is far from an anal sex addict. #epicfail
When we finally got him in, he kept on falling out. We gave up eventually and finished off vaginally.
Disappointment is an understatement. But he's in his element and thinks he's found the woman of his dreams. My stomach turned when he went into graphic detail about how much he'd enjoyed performing oral on me. Not once did he mention the anal sex, or looking forward to that. He and I are looking for different things.
Any wonder that I've avoided a repeat meeting with him since. Come up with good excuses. I still enjoy our chats on the phone. But I'm either going to have to keep on making excuses about being too busy or having an early start the next day; allow him over and have the kind of sex I thought I'd said good-bye to; or risk hurting his feelings by telling him that much as I adore him as a person, the sex is worse than mediocre for me.
My ideal man meets my needs. Not me forsaking mine to meet his. I don't want to be one of those people in a relationship where I'm glad to avoid sex, or pretend to be asleep when he joins me to avoid sex happening.
It breaks my heart to have to have "that chat" with him. But it will break my spirit to lie back and try to think of England while my pussy is being mauled by a man that can't read the signals of lack of interest.
Ladies, what would you do? Decide your better off with a man who treats you like a princess, but leaves you feeling unfulfilled; or resign yourself to a life of brain-dead booty calls.
I simply have nothing to look forward to with him and he'd have to give me permission to take on a lover ... or ... there is no or because if your heart isn't in something, it isn't in something.
I've been so adamant that I couldn't be in a relationship with a man that
As most anal only women know, it's almost impossible to find a proper relationship with a like-minded man, where you care passionately for each other, and can go straight to anal without the mandatory vaginal ice-breaker. The moment we try and voice our preferences before things go too far, the guy's labeled you in his mind as NSA booty call material. Not a future wife or life partner.
There's never a good time to bring it up and it seems, and I know a lot of the guys here have experienced it too, there's no good time to bring up the anal sex question, without being labelled a pervert.
I recently struck up good rapport by email and phone calls with a great guy. The conversation is deep and stimulating, whether talking politics, cooking recipes, or what goes on in public saunas. I warmed to his open-mindedness and the fact that he thinks for himself, and not with the herd. I said nothing about my anal sex desires. But one day he brought it up casually, in a matter-of-fact way.
My mistake then was that while I immediately showed my hand as a woman that does anal sex, I failed to stress that I'm anal only. Although I was pretty sure I'd made it clear it was my preference.
And this is the problem with the non-anal only world. Stating it as a preference, all he hears is the flexibility.
So we met, and to my horror, and disgust, he was fingering my vagina. I feel repulsed and cold remembering that. Even though I expressed discomfort verbally (which meant he'd pull back the intensity, then build up the speed again, and even though my body language must have told him that I was totally not into it, he was typically oblivious to my lack of enthusiasm. The only reason we ended up naked in the same room was because I'd over-estimated his love of anal sex.
For when the time came, at my instigation, after the obligatory vaginal sex (cringe and puke at the memory, but I've had decades of faking tolerance of it which most men seem satisfied with) and we went for anal, it took a while, He just wasn't hard enough. I knew then his mind wasn't really in it. He is far from an anal sex addict. #epicfail
When we finally got him in, he kept on falling out. We gave up eventually and finished off vaginally.
Disappointment is an understatement. But he's in his element and thinks he's found the woman of his dreams. My stomach turned when he went into graphic detail about how much he'd enjoyed performing oral on me. Not once did he mention the anal sex, or looking forward to that. He and I are looking for different things.
Any wonder that I've avoided a repeat meeting with him since. Come up with good excuses. I still enjoy our chats on the phone. But I'm either going to have to keep on making excuses about being too busy or having an early start the next day; allow him over and have the kind of sex I thought I'd said good-bye to; or risk hurting his feelings by telling him that much as I adore him as a person, the sex is worse than mediocre for me.
My ideal man meets my needs. Not me forsaking mine to meet his. I don't want to be one of those people in a relationship where I'm glad to avoid sex, or pretend to be asleep when he joins me to avoid sex happening.
It breaks my heart to have to have "that chat" with him. But it will break my spirit to lie back and try to think of England while my pussy is being mauled by a man that can't read the signals of lack of interest.
Ladies, what would you do? Decide your better off with a man who treats you like a princess, but leaves you feeling unfulfilled; or resign yourself to a life of brain-dead booty calls.
I simply have nothing to look forward to with him and he'd have to give me permission to take on a lover ... or ... there is no or because if your heart isn't in something, it isn't in something.

I've been so adamant that I couldn't be in a relationship with a man that