...Ouch

My nether regions are very sore tonight, the result of one of Rob's rare and particularly poor attempts at performing oral sex. He just doesn't get it, does he. He doesn't understand why I feel resentful that after nine months, during which I've spent countless hours sucking him off and learning what he likes, he still doesn't have the first clue how to touch me between the legs. He feels frustrated! Well. Let me get my box of tissues. Does he ever consider how frustrated I must feel, giving head night after night to a man who never goes down on me, doesn't know the meaning of the word "foreplay," and has never once in nine months brought me to orgasm? I'm not putting up with it. I'm not a lazy lover, and I don't deserve one. If he can't learn how I need to be touched, he's not going to be touching me anymore -- and I'm certainly not touching him again until he steps up his game. He'd best understand there are plenty of fish in the sea who don't mind the taste of pussy, and this is a potential deal breaker. I guess I understand other women's complaints after all. But he still has a great cock...