Hipnos: a brief sexual discussion

So for this post, I'd like to elaborate more on what sex was like with Hipnos. I've mentioned it briefly in the past couple of posts, but I feel it's best to talk about it in some more detail. There was so much going on in our relationship that it's hard to focus on every single aspect.

When we first started talking, Hipnos would tell me all his fantasies. He wanted to be the perfect sub bottom. He wanted to take on the role of pleasing a dominant man, pleasing a man who would take control in the bedroom. Manhandle him, require him to dress him up in outfits, and act out kinks on him. He said he loved dressing up in feminine clothes. Panties, stockings, maid outfits. He loved latex and latex gloves. He loved being spanked/whipped, pushed to do oral, and bondage. In text he was as kinky as they come (lol come. Yes I'm that childish, get over it).

In practice, it was vastly different. As I mentioned a couple posts back, our first few times having sex, I bottomed a lot for. He would later say that he wished I had topped more and that I wasn't so thick so he could take it easier.

When I bottomed for him, I mentioned it wasn't as pleasurable for me as I had imagined it would be. Again, all I had to compare with at the time were the various toys I had reviewed prior to our encounters.

Hipnos' penis was rather curved. When I blew him, it curved upward, hitting the top of my mouth, hitting my gag reflex easily. He always wanted me to deepthroat him, and that was kind of difficult at times. The curve reminded me of an alien limb protruding from his body. When he became erect, it would ease upward like a tentacle reaching out for something to grab onto, yet fall short.

When he fucked me, again, he had issues finding where my hole was at.  The usual position when I bottomed was doggy. It was easy, and it's what he preferred. But fuck was it difficult being on all fours and him jabbing my taint with his dick. There would be times I would stop him and say "nope, not even close to being in." To which he would get flustered and yell "fuck" and try to find again.

One time, while we had sex, he said my hips were too high. He pushed my back, moved my legs, had me lie down, anything to get the perfect position for him to fuck me. When he couldn't, he said I was impossible. That I just couldn't do what he needed and we wouldn't finish that night. That sucked for me. I definitely didn't want him to go unfulfilled in sex, even though my own fulfillments were lacking for a good bit of our relationship. I wanted to at least be able to satisfy hi, and though he said countless times I did, I never felt that way. That night was definitely a hit to the ego.

Anal became less of a thing as our relationship moved on. He hated how he couldn't provide. Our sex life slowly moved from experimenting to, well, nothing.

When he first moved in, we had sex fairly frequently, but then there would be periods of months at a time where we wouldn't have sex. I would ask, I would touch him sensually, but it would always get put off until tomorrow. Most of the time, tomorrow rarely, if ever, came.

When we did have sex, it was a lot of oral. We did rimming, he mostly rimmed me. I always made sure to wash (I saw the Red Foxx special, I know). I never want a partner to have to go through spreadiny my ass wide and being disgusted. Rimming is a fun experience, when all the parts are in place for it to happen. If your ass smells like you just took a shit, then rimming ain't gonna happen that night (I mean, unless you're into that #nojudgment).

I almost rimmed him once. I wrote a poem about it too. I'll post it below.

he asked me to eat his ass

i was all too willing
to oblige

spreading his cheeks wide
as if opening a bag
of groceries

my thumbs play with his hole
he lets out a quiet moan
only audible to the choir
of silence in this room

i draw his ass closer
my tongue ready
to plunge

but the moment
i get inches away
it hits me

rotten
like a bad
caesar salad
left out
in texas heat

boy

do you not know
the basics of washing
your ass?

you can't
present
a feast
that's
rotten

what do you tell
your guests
when they are
not able
to cure
their desire

i pushed him off
said i felt sick

a small piece
of toilet paper
lies on my belly

i fling it away
grabbed my clothes
and didn't call

the next day

Hipnos and Hygeine weren't necessarily on the same page. There would be days he would go without bathing. Some days I would have to remind him to get a fucking shower. I'm into musk play as much as the next kinky person, but fuck christ be civil about it. Don't go an entire week without fucking bathing (#notmad) Like the poem says, when i spread him open, it poured out of him, and I couldn't do it.

Sometimes, when I went to blow him, his musk would be way too strong, and I wouldn't be able to perform. Again, bathing issues and issues with changing his underwear for days. He would wear the same pair for 3 maybe 4 days. Let's be honest. You gotta change that shit.

I would remember the taste of onions. Just uncooked, raw fuckin' onions, whenever I blew him. Rarely a pleasant taste. Sometimes I would power through, other times I couldn't. 

The bathing got better with time, but it was a fuckton of work and "mothering" to get him to do it. Again, blaming the house for his lack of taking care of himself (see prior post).

Outside of rimming, he blew me. a lot. I him, and gave him handjobs. When he blew me, he would only last for a few seconds (let's say 30 sec. tops). He would say that I was too thick for his jaw. That after a point, he couldn't do it much longer. He complained a lot about me being too big.

Now let's be real. I'm not tryna brag. My cock is fairly average. Average length, average thickness. If you want pictures, check out my adult twitter account: @systmaticwzl I never took his complaints as an ego booster, though I'm sure most guys would.

For the most part, our sex life was me finishing off myself. He would sometimes swallow, but a lot of it I would have to shoot my load on the floor. He would rarely let me shoot it on him, and god fucking help it if you get it in his hair or face. He would scream wildly about me getting it there.

He hated his body getting messy.

I wore gloves nearly every time we had sex. Rarely would we do it without them. They were a kink of his. Nitrile or latex gloves. It always felt distant for me. As if I wasn't allowed to actually touch him. I had to have a layer to get that intimate with him at all. I felt like I was never able to connect with him sexually. He created this barrier between us, let me cross it only a few times, but kept it up for most of our relationship.

The one kink that surprised me, out of our whole relationship, was watersports.  He wanted to drink form the tap so to speak. I've always had an interest in it, so I was rather happy to oblige. And so we did it, I stuck my cock into his mouth and just started urinating. to my surprise, he liked it. He said it was salty like chicken flavored ramen. I didn't quite know how to take that, but I just let it. he liked it, I liked it, why the fuck not. It was the only kink he was eager for outside of gloves. Simply because he liked the taste. He didn't like the taste of cum, and he really didn't like the taste of my cock (he has avidly told me of other dudes who's cock tastes better). 

Hipnos was a sexual experience, I don't think I'd want to relive. Like everything, he kept me distant. And slowly, I grew to get used to it.