So this KDian (a friend of mine who we shall call Fred) identifies as a Bottom in the bedroom. And recently, he’s being getting acquainted with someone. Fred lives in Calabar, and this potential hookup of his (named Iyke) lives in Enugu. They haven’t met, their flirtationship has been via BBM and Whatsapp. And even though work has made it often possible for Fred to travel to Enugu, he hasn’t made any concerted effort to see Iyke, in spite of admitting to an attraction for him.
So when I asked him what the problem was, he deadpanned: “He has a big dick and expects to fuck me for 45 minutes.”
I thought he was kidding; then he explained in detail. Apparently, during the progress of them getting to know each other, they talked about sex and their expectations. In between the swapping of dick-and-ass pictures, Iyke let on to Fred that he loves prolonged sex. According to him, he won’t stop banging away at an ass until at least forty-five minutes is past. This admission was very much to Fred’s displeasure, who quipped to me: “What does he think I have behind, a vagina? It’s an ass, and there’s only so much pounding I can take before it turns from pleasure to chore.”
And on and on they went. Thing is, Iyke wants to fuck Fred, and Fred finds Iyke intriguing. But the issue of how long Iyke should last inside Fred has put any progress into the bedroom in limbo.
Whilst they sort themselves out, I’ve brought this to the house for us to talk about. The expectations of a Top and a Bottom in the bedroom… The compromises, if any, that should be met… What is obtainable once the clothes are off and the heat is on… All these and many more are the reasons why I’m saying, let’s discuss about sex.