I just got out of what might have been the longest, most physically exhausting, and somehow most boring sexual experience of my life. No chemistry, no energy, no rhythm—just me doing 100% of the work while she literally lay there like a sandbag and would say things like “you do all the work.” At one point I realized I was basically doing cardio with zero feedback loop. No enthusiasm, no participation, just… existing. And the worst part? It just kept going. Way longer than it had any right to. I started mentally checking out halfway through like I was stuck in some kind of endurance test I didn’t sign up for. Never again. Curious—what’s everyone else’s “how is this still happening?” story? submitted by /u/thingsixteen
Originally posted by u/thingsixteen on r/AskMen