As with every satisfied ejaculation or a disappointed fuck, cigarettes never fail to fill in the minute silence of post ejaculation rest.

“Oh, baby, talk dirty to me!”

For a second I felt my inner thighs tensed up in shock, while he thrust his hardened penis into my wet vagina. Talk dirty, how? It was never discussed.

“Ohh….you..are… so hard.”

Those few words came out like a limp limb.

“Baby, fuck me harder.”

Shit, I might as well just kill myself. It just felt awkward.

“Louder bitch. Give it to me…c’mon.”

I rolled my eyes as he continued to thrust in and out. I could hear the clanging of his neighbour’s automated gates as it opened. The ticking of the clock at his bedside table…. Was it ever this loud?

‘Is this really…..my dearly beloved boyfriend? Two years we’ve been dating. I never knew this side of him.’ I thought to myself.

“Oh..yes…yes yes….” He moaned.

“Ahhh…yes….” I moaned. I was bored. It was finally over.

Clearly, the bonding connection between us disappeared the moment he asked me to talk dirty.

As if to show me his obvious frustration, he sighed heavily and murmured “I’m going out for a smoke. You go to sleep first, alright…. baby.”

Why do guys always do that? As with every satisfied ejaculation or a disappointed fuck, cigarettes never fail to fill in the minute silence of post ejaculation rest.

I’ve always felt a longing desire to come out of the boring doggy-style love-making sessions we’ve been having for the past one year. I wanted to be naughty, adventurous and creative with our sex positions. I could never do it with him. It’s unexplainable. I’ve asked myself a thousand times. Perhaps he’s had a longing desire too but we could never bring ourselves to talk openly about it.

He’s a great guy. Responsible and hard-working. The kind of guy I’d love to marry someday and grow old with. Sexual chemistry was just non-existent between us. I can’t be left high and dry for the rest of my life.

I’d rather shut up than to talk dirty to this man. I love him, I really do… but it’s time to end our relationship. Life’s too short to waste it on bad sex.