Dissatisfied Sex on the Couch

She sat on her couch in silence, her thoughts consuming her. She ran her fingers through her dark, short hair, closing her eyes and focusing on her breathing. Recent events had left her wondering how they had gotten to this stage. The more she thought about their relationship now the more she thought about how they had first met and how wonderful things had been back then. She was 22 and had been making her way to her new flat. She was still very unfamiliar with the area and had yet to make any friends. She had decided to take a walk, but didn’t want to go too far, in case she managed to get herself lost. Regardless of her intention, she had managed to do exactly that. She felt very foolish and walked into a cafe to get out of the rain. She sat down for a coffee, taking a look around the cafe as she did so. She called a friend to ask for directions, but got her voicemail.

Beautiful Beginnings

Deep in thought, she had not even noticed that a young man had approached her table. He spoke with a soft but deep voice that captured her in a way no one else had managed to. Her eyes met his dark brown eyes, she noted he was handsome and looked friendly enough. He had asked her if she was alone and if he could sit next to her and before she knew it, they had been talking for an hour and the rain had stopped. She remembered walking side by side as they talked about everything from where they came from to what they saw themselves doing in the future. By the time they reached her flat they didn't want to part.

She remember their first date, how they had ended up at the beach with some fish and chips. It had been a warm day and they had spent most of the day enjoying their surroundings and each other’s company. When the day was done, he stayed and chatted with her, finding it difficult to leave. Her favorite part of their first date had been their first kiss. It had been quick and soft but it left a lasting impression on her. She sighed softly. How different things were back now. Back then they used to spend time in each other’s arms and take their time with each other. They made love to each other at every opportunity. The thought brought a smile to her face. Now it seemed that they spent more time at working than they did in each others' embrace. She sighed heavily to herself and took a look at the clock on the wall. 3:30 in the afternoon. He would be home from work soon.

Love After a Long Day

She heard the door open and close as he came home and the normal thump of his bag as he dropped it down on the floor after taking his coat off and kicking off his shoes. She heard his footsteps get closer and closer until he was in the room. He sat down next to her. As always when he was this close to her, she felt like she had come to life. Her body knew what it wanted as much as her mind. She wanted to feel the embrace of his warm firm body as he made passionate, heated love to her. But she did not act upon her feelings, as she knew he would probably be tired. So she decided to get comfortable and talk to him. She rested her legs softly upon his lap after moving closer to him.

She placed a soft kiss on his cheek but, as always, the electricity was there and she found herself in playful embrace. Their lips met in a soft, short, tender kiss, which led to him kissing her neck, her chest, her cheek. As his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to his body, she stroked his hair until her hand was at the back of his neck as his lips met the front of hers. Her body was set on fire. She was filled with a need and want for him to take her and make love to her. Their kissing had left them oblivious to their surrounds, the only thing that existed was them and the moment that they were sharing. They stood still embracing one another, their kisses heating as they made their way to the bedroom.

Losing Herself in Lust

They slowly peeled each other's clothes off until they were both naked. He laid her gently on the bed so her body was on full display to him, and took a long, appreciative look at her. He moved onto the bed and between her legs. He kissed his way up her body, inserting his cock into her softly and gently. He rested his weight tenderly on his forearms and slowly moved his hips forward, pushing himself into her as their lips met again. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed, their tongues exploring each other as he continue push inside of her, faster and harder as their passion rose. She felt the familiar throes of pleasure coursing through her body. She moaned gently at first but louder as his pace picked up. Her body shivered with pleasure as he continued to move in and out of her at a fast pace. She continued to stroke his body and move her hands through his hair.

Dissatisfied and Disappointed

At the moment that she felt herself reach her climax he stopped, staring into space, and quickly got up. He started to put his clothes on. She gazed at him in confusion as to why he was getting up and leaving her there after such an intimate session. But the words would not form. Instead, tears started to form in her eyes as he left the room. She could feel the tears that threatening to fall and finally spilling over, trailing down her cheeks. They fell slowly and lightly at first then heavier as her own sexual frustration of not finding her release added to her emotions.

She placed her head in hands as she moved to lay on her stomach to let her feelings out. She sobbed. She had wanted to come and she had been so close. She felt unsatisfied but the need was still there and only he could fill it, but instead he had left her there upset and unsatisfied. eAs she lay crying, she pondered why he had left in the middle of their love making. Had she done something wrong? Was he no longer attracted to her? Was there someone else? Was the problem something else that she hadn't even thought of yet? She felt herself questioning why he couldn't simply stick around to fill her needs and satisfy her. Why was it becoming more and more common for him to stop in the middle of sex and leave without being able to get her off?

She looked around the room in despair before she placed her in her hands yet again to cry her frustration out. She found herself asking the same question she had been mulling over before she had found herself in his embrace. Why had things changed so much? When they first got together he would never have left. He would have always satisfied her. But now things had changed, and she was not certain why. But before she could ponder any more her thoughts and tears faded as she fell into a troubled sleep.