enthusiasm (very sexually explicit)

Message to boyfriend: Open letter.

So I'm in a relationship, with you, yes? This doesn't give you the right to EXPECT me to want your mancock.
You're a good man. You're nice. You want me, based purely on my brains I think. You've expressed wanting my kids. I cook for you. You've said the "m" word.
You have some fucking insensitive and confusing points.

Last night, you pinches my tummy and say, albeit playfully, "can I cut this off?" after telling me all day to eat. What the fucking fuck fuck you, man, that was rude and fucking insensitive. You're not perfect, sweetness, you have dandruff and skin issues from all that refined shit you eat. You breath strangely and irregularly at night. Don't be so fucking RUDE.

You thinks you're Casanova. 3 minutes of foreplay. Three.
And you thought it was amazing how wet I got. (it was nothing in comparison to when I'm alone), even saying "wow, you haven't been this wet in a while."

You didn't even KISS me before we started.
You just fumbled clumsily in my underwear and then expected that I wanted your cock.
Of course I do want it but after you give ME the equivalent or YOUR hard on.
I'm not fucking you, dry.

On this occasion, you thought it was your 'magic hands', little do you know I spent the last 20 minutes fantasising and playing with myself.

I like sex. I have a great deal of enthusiasm for sex.
You dull this. You make me feel like I'm wrong for wanting it.
Can't you keep up?
I do a lot of great things for you. I tickle your chest before and after and kiss your neck and throat, something you love. I rub your cock through your pants. I tell you to bend me over and take me over the bench. You're the third man I've been with, and yet you want it up the ass. You make it sound like my vagina, tight and young, isn't good enough for you. I oblige. You are the first. It hurts and I don't like it but I tolerate it for you.

I give you enthusiastic and FANTASTIC blowjobs.
I smile, and work myself into a sweat.
Roadhead, twice.
Never expecting anything back.
I swallow and lick and lavish afterwards.
You won't even kiss me.
Even once while you were watching porn and eating the nachos I made you.

Just because I don't like 69, doesn't mean I don't want you to return the favour.

So I can't come (yet), don't give the fuck up.
Use your hands! I've told you what I like.
I've shown you.
You even said "it's not worth it, you won't come."

Yeah, fuck!
Just because I don't come, doesn't mean I DON'T FUCKING ENJOY IT.
And you think you're good with women.

Oh, and when you finally do start, my clitoris is not a piece of flint. Stop trying to start a fire with it. If I say "ouch" and close my legs it does NOT mean keep going.

You know what? If you showed enthusiasm, I'd be EVEN MORE KEEN.
Your reserved demeanour is fucking with me.
The other two boys loved my directness. My willingness you adapt and try anything.
My sheer want for them got them off.
Not you.

You're frugal with your money. I've spent a lot on you the last few weeks.
You? Nothing on me. Oh. Fuel. In your car.

I love cars. I can drive, I have great legs, and you never compliment me.
Today, two men winked at me in town, even though I was wearing sex hair and smudged makeup from you.

I'm not going to let my 18th year and my youth go to waste on someone who doesn't appreciate it.