Straight Male / 52
A Face For My Pleasure
When I was 36 a blonde woman, Jenny, answered my personals ad and invited me to dinner at her apartment, That first visit seemed fairly normal, but I soon learned that she was delusional; she kept talking about seeing elves or other magical beings in her house or outside, and one swore she saw me in the stands at a baseball game she was watching on TV, when I certainly wasn't there. She also heard people like baseball players talk to her through the TV and tell her things, including once to call me back and invite me over for sex. She was indeed a very sexual person, and soon we were having wild, screaming intercourse in her bedroom or mine. She hadn't done much oral sex, but I was passionate about it so I got her to suck me a few times, but she always said she "didn't know what to do with the semen" and got a towel to spit it into, like it was a novelty each time which she hadn't planned for.
After a while she showed less sexual interest, but still wanted me to visit occasionally. She said she understood that men had more sexual needs than women, or at least more consistently than she did, so she was ok with servicing me or letting me please myself in her presence without her having sex. So often she would lay on the bed and we would talk about whatever we felt like discussion while I kneeled over her face and rubbed my cock across her cheeks, nose, or mouth, finally ejaculating across her face while she kept talking about whatever was going on her life as if nothing unusual was going on. I found this very exciting, though it was weird dating, or "dating," someone who had such a thin grip on reality.
She occasionally talked about a Jewish man she had dated named Elliott, and a few years later she let slip something which implied that she was still dating Elliott while dating me, and perhaps doing similar things. I always wished that she had been more open about that because I suspected Elliott and I might have some things in common, not the least of which were our sexual interests in her (she had talked about pleasing him when she wasn't interest in sex, and that he also enjoyed unreciprocated blowjobs if she wasn't into intercourse). I wondered even if we could have arranged a three-way between us, perhaps double penetrating Jenny and giving her a 2-man facial while she talked about elves and talking television...but it was not to be. Eventually she said she didn't want to see me anymore, and her delusional voices stopped telling her to invite me over. I always wondered if she realized how crazy she was, or just wasn't taking enough of her prescribed mediations, or came closer to reality later in her life. Either way, I appreciated the service she gave to me, and Elliott, even though I could never communicate with him about it or learn more about her life through him, which he presumably knew more of since he had dated her longer.
After a while she showed less sexual interest, but still wanted me to visit occasionally. She said she understood that men had more sexual needs than women, or at least more consistently than she did, so she was ok with servicing me or letting me please myself in her presence without her having sex. So often she would lay on the bed and we would talk about whatever we felt like discussion while I kneeled over her face and rubbed my cock across her cheeks, nose, or mouth, finally ejaculating across her face while she kept talking about whatever was going on her life as if nothing unusual was going on. I found this very exciting, though it was weird dating, or "dating," someone who had such a thin grip on reality.
She occasionally talked about a Jewish man she had dated named Elliott, and a few years later she let slip something which implied that she was still dating Elliott while dating me, and perhaps doing similar things. I always wished that she had been more open about that because I suspected Elliott and I might have some things in common, not the least of which were our sexual interests in her (she had talked about pleasing him when she wasn't interest in sex, and that he also enjoyed unreciprocated blowjobs if she wasn't into intercourse). I wondered even if we could have arranged a three-way between us, perhaps double penetrating Jenny and giving her a 2-man facial while she talked about elves and talking television...but it was not to be. Eventually she said she didn't want to see me anymore, and her delusional voices stopped telling her to invite me over. I always wondered if she realized how crazy she was, or just wasn't taking enough of her prescribed mediations, or came closer to reality later in her life. Either way, I appreciated the service she gave to me, and Elliott, even though I could never communicate with him about it or learn more about her life through him, which he presumably knew more of since he had dated her longer.
