Good Guys Cum Last
It is often said, “Good Guys Finished Last”.
And all girls love a bad boy to turn good. Nothing beats having a man who is bad to everyone except you. At least, that’s what the kdramas say, but I wondered if that is true.
The whole “bad boy” thing is a misnomer that bad is good and good is bad. The fuck boys are believed to be good at sex, and behind closed doors, every girl wants her daddy to treat her right. But is that the case?
Unlike the guys with the hot looks and the big dicks, sex is an art form; pleasure differs from person to person but one thing is for certain. To the guys reading this, if you can’t make her cum, you ain’t the Cum Beast, and much as it is fun, you fail.
The female orgasm and g-spot are still a mystery to most guys seeking to be the best lover, the best bang the girl has ever had. Who doesn’t want to be put on that pedestal where all guys are equal regardless of race, status, intelligence, and age?
Maybe that is why the young guys are looking for me. The Cougar MILF. To impart the insight and the strength to be the best. But, other than two guys and one being H, none had been able to satisfy this pussy yet.
In the year and a half, I have met enough kdrama boys and K-pop look-alike, arm candies that make other girls and women turn for second and third glances, and my verdict was, these hot and pretty boys and fuck boys didn’t guarantee best sex.
“It’s like fucking a statue,” said H. “It’s nice to look at and touch, but how long can you enjoy that?”
“So, will you fuck a statue?” I asked.
“Yeah. But it won’t be fun after.”
“Won’t be back for seconds?” I asked.
“Nope,” said H.
“Bagel is eaten and a different one next?” I asked.
Lately, I have a new goal. From the start, when we went to Yolo, I always wanted that long-term FWB. But, when the gun shot, I was off sprinting. Wind in my hair, the scent of the ocean, the sounds of men’s moaning, and the slickness of sweat on man’s back; my heart was pounding and body a-tingling.
“You’re always too impulsive,” said H.
Tears welled in my eyes.
“You are a bad judge of character," he said.
After another failed FWB attempt and a check on the body count list of an ONS. Adding a shard to my heart, hopes drained.
“A cougar does what she wants, “ said H.
Yes, I did. The hunt was fun, and we both dancing to our seduction play. But, the ending always sucked, and being left after, without a word, sucked even more.
I was envious at the relationships H had. Mine were one-timers, sex partners. Our chats were naughty and fun, but experience taught me that they always left after getting the prize.
I began to worry: if we met and did the act, would we lose the happy times we had before?
Strangers now, friends in the past. Did it really have to be that way? Could we just shrug the one sexy time and keep being friends? Some exes do that; why can’t friends do that, too?
“So, if I say, let’s casual. One time. Will u meet me?” I asked a guy, S, whom I’d been talking to for a year.
We met on Hinge, he was the first person I spoke to, and he said I was his. I remembered being hit strong with the urge to him as soon as possible. The more I chatted with him, the more certain I was. We tried to plan a meeting, but he backed off saying he only wanted a one-night stand.
He checked all the boxes, and I liked him, but for work reasons and others, he disappeared for a while, and I moved on. I thought I was ghosted and I didn’t want to nurse that wound any more.
And now we are back to talking. Our chemistry was fun and naughty, and I wondered again why we didn’t meet.
“Tbh, I like our occasional convo. Don’t want to ruin it. And I like building it up.”
“Ok. Up to u. I give up,” I said.
“Hey, you are like you said. Cute and sexy. Can get it whenever you want,” he said.
“But I don’t want to get “it” from so many people. Rather, a few people I match with and have lots of fun. Anyways, i will not push u. Get better ok?”
He is one of the good guys, but I would never know if he is a good outside and bad inside.
Until now as I’m writing this, more time has passed, and it was over a year and half, and we still have not met. Maybe the good ones, like the bad didn’t matter because all men were the same, except for H, they love to run and hide.
“You are too much,” said H. “Always so intense.”
“But, that’s how I am. I put my all in. I’m all about Passion. Not all ran; you stayed.”
H sighed. “Of course, I stayed.”
He was right. We were friends and then best friends and lovers before we were a family. Over twenty-five years and still going strong. I was being greedy to want to replicate this relationship with others.
“I’m like this with all my friends. Guys and girls.”
“Guys are different…” H said.
“I don’t get it…” I was willing to give my friendship and loyalty to guys who were not willing to accept the friendship and perks that came with it.
Distrust — hurt that came with rejection. Everyone had experienced that in one way or another. Relationships are complicated. Even when I wanted it to be simple FWB, the heart hung on or if not, there was something else in play.
“Mommy boys ask for money, coddling, and they want me to pay for everything,” I said.
“They consider it as exchange,” my friend S, who refuses to meet me.
“N they r working too,” I said.
“So are some young girls I met. They think their youth is worth paying,” said S.
“So that’s totally not what I want,” I said.
“And here I am, thinking — wouldn’t make a difference whether it’s your youth or some other random chick. Someone, somewhere, is 21 now. If youth is the only currency they can bring to the table.”
“I feel gross when I think they think that way…there is a guy I met, a 25 yo, he drove an hour down to meet me. We only had an hour and so we didn’t get a hotel and did it in the car. He was hungry after and it was late. I would have bought food for him because i felt bad that he had to drive down. But after he left, the next day, he asked if I wanted to be his sugar mom. I was like wtf, and I was thinking so the car was the appetizer.”
“Eh. Sounds about right,” said S. “That’s their way of life. If they want to sell sex, let them.”
“N then, he asked me if I know other MILFs”
“Problem is, it ain’t even that good," he said.
“I told him I ain’t a pimp.”
“And this isn’t the first time guys ask me this. Like wtf, did they seriously think I have a MILF club I go to? I should ask them, hey intro your pals to me. Let’s get together and have a gang bang.”
Okay. I shouldn’t ask. I’m not ready for that. Not yet.
I digress. As I’ve told anyone who asked me to pimp. “The cougar hunts alone.”
Jerks are everywhere, thinking their dicks are flowers and women need them because they are all-that. The truth is, the best lovers are the good guys who are naughty-bad in bed. Those are the keepers like this guy S. Except he’s always running away.
One day, the cougar is going to get him, and when she does, she’s going to leash him for good. You hear that, S?
Cos good guys who finish last make girls cum fast.