I don’t seem to be having a great deal of luck on the sex front lately. I don’t mean that I’m not getting any, far from it. My mid-30’s have been my most sexually active and experimental years. Rather, I seem to be having one sex disaster after another. The week before last I accidentally ripped a man’s dick during reverse cowgirl and this week, disaster struck mid-way through oral.

I’ll set the scene. I’d been speaking to a rather delicious looking Spanish pilot for about a week when he said that he was going to be in my city on Friday, that he was breaking up a long journey down south, had booked a hotel and wanted me to spend the night with him.

Our conversations had been sizzling. He was passionate and eager and I was so excited to see him and act out all the things we’d talked about in the bedroom.

We started off having a few drinks in the hotel bar before it became clear that we both had the same thing in mind and we headed straight to him hotel room.

Whilst I know many women love a man who is hairless, I prefer men with hair. It shows me that he’s comfortable with his own body and doesn’t feel the need to wax every inch of it. My Spanish pilot certainly had plenty of that and enjoyed running my hands all over him, stroking and touching the hair on his body.

I worked my way down his tanned body and started teasing his cock with my tongue. He started making a sexy grunting noise. Nothing turns me on more than hearing a man enjoying the pleasure I’m giving him. I edge him closer and closer until he can’t stand it anymore and pushes me back onto the bed, pulls my legs in the air and starts licking my clit. I can hear how much he’s enjoying tasting me and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter….

Then his phone starts vibrating. He ignores it and resumes oral. The vibrating stops and then seconds later starts again. He leans over to see who it is and it’s his mum calling. “That’s strange,” he says, “it’s late in Spain and my mum never calls me at this time. Something must be wrong.” I tell him to take it thinking it’ll be nothing and we can resume oral.

He goes to the bathroom and takes the call and is in there quite some time. When he comes out he starts packing. His pregnant sister in Spain had been rushed into hospital and had had a miscarriage. This was the second time. I lay there shocked and struggling to find the right words to comfort him. Nothing seemed like the right thing to say.

He said he needs to travel back home, leave his car there and catch the first flight out to Spain. It’s 10pm and if he leaves now he might make it back to Scotland and on a flight. Then I was slightly taken aback when he told me that I needed to leave too so he could check-out. I’d been planning on staying the night with him in his hotel. I told him I was happy to stay in the room and hand the key card back into reception in the morning but he says he’d rather I left.

I was lost for words but I started getting dressed and packing my things. This was not how I’d envisaged the night going. Whilst I completely understood his desire to want to travel home immediately and be with his sister, I felt a little annoyed at being asked to leave as well, especially since I’d made a massive effort to see him. I felt selfish for thinking of my own pleasure but the way he handled it left me speechless, like a discarded piece of rubbish.

Whilst he did apologise profusely, I’d already made up my mind once he dropped me home that I wasn’t keen on ever picking up where we’d left off.

Thankfully, the Saturday and Sunday that followed proved far more fruitful on the sex-front. More of that in my next post…