I doubted myself a few years ago, while I was dating a girl. she pursued me, and I was involved with someone else. we broke up and one night after having no pussy for about 2 weeks, I ran into her in a bar. we talked, dranked, went back to her place, and everything went fine. she didn't seem to be getting turned on. I am doing all I know on top and I'm not getting much reaction from her, just a moan now & then. After about 20 minutes, I lose my self control and cum inside her. we lay around, more drinking, smoke some pot, cigarettes. I rise to the occasion and she pulls me back on top, throws her legs way back, and I'm pumping away for every it seems. I'm dripping with sweat, and she just lays there, moans once in awhile. I blow again, fall asleep. split the next morning. I kind of distanced myself from my normal hang outs for about 2 wks(got laid by other ladies), so she shows up on my front porch saturday nite, after not finding me friday nite, cuz i was in a nearby town, getting rode hard by a cowgirl.
So stalker takes me to dinner, drinks and the whole same thing happens more or less. I pretend my back is sore to get her on top. she gets on top but can't or won't fuck me that way. we fall asleep, the next morning I ask her what is wrong? want me to do something that i haven't tried? my cock not big enough?? she says she doesn't know. she tells me that she really likes me and is falling in love with me. I left. that week I ran into a couple of guys that dated her in the past, one of them lived with her for over 3 months and both admitted she just laid there in bed. no one had a clue if there was something physically wrong or perhaps someone had abused her.
I had one more date with her to her company picnic(i promised) and that was it. I fucked her that night because I was horny. in the morning I told her we were done, that I had to have a woman who enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed them and SHOWED it. so it was not me, but my tender ego took a hit for awhile. funny part was the fucking part was the part I never worried about in a reltionship, until I met her. not being the smartest, clerverest, or witty guy, I sometimes lacked in the conversation area of a relationship. live and learn