42(F) Made a Guy Sad During Sex

Hey guys this time a little sadder story than usual, but I want to talk my heart out and also talk about some deeper sex stories I lived. When I was 28 I've been hooking up with this guy for a few weeks. He's hot, affectionate, and good at sex. Despite that, the first time we hooked up, he confided in me that he hadn't had sex in two years. I didn't think anything of it, because he had already made me cum and has continued to make me cum every time we fuck.

What I'm telling you now happened on our last night. I got curious about this two-year dry spell of his. I thought I would use it as some dirty talk. He was fucking me prone, and I started telling him how good he was at fucking me and then wondered aloud how hard it must have been to resist all the people pawing at him for two years,because I genuinely couldn't imagine that people weren't trying to fuck this dude. I'm very empathetic women and I'm the only one who sleeps with guys like this.

That was clearly a mistake, because he stopped and looked a bit upset. We started talking--like, really talking--and I learned that he had a bad breakup that resulted in him not wanting sex for about a year and a half. He eventually started to put himself out there again, but he was too cautious to do anything for another few months until I came along and convinced him to fuck me raw the first time we met. I also gave him head like noone else and swallowed everything.

My seduction tactics are just out of this world it was always like that, that I can get anyone I want. A lot of guys been also telling me that I have a magical pussy, so I guess that's where I got it from. So anyways we kept fucking and then I did something which I regret to this day.

I remarked stupidly, again that I couldn't imagine going for more than a couple weeks without sex, let alone two years. He knew I was a slut I let him cum in me hours after first meeting, but he seemed a little surprised that I had never even made it a month. He asked how many long-term partners I had ever had, how many friends with benefits, etc., clearly trying to do the math of how I, having not seriously dated many people, could have been so consistently sexually active.

Eventually he directly asked me what my body count was, and I answered honestly: 51, which I don't think is even that crazy for an attractive slutty to that time 28 year old girl who has been sexually active for nine years! I don't even know if it was correct it could have been 60 too at that time.

At this his eyes started to well up. He didn't quite burst into tears, but he was soon sobbing softly. I was confused, because I knew he wasn't the type to slut-shame. I didn't think he was crying, because he was suddenly ashamed to be sleeping with someone so slutty, so I started to comfort him. I actually never had that that a guy felt disgusted and it even gave me a weird feeling I felt worthless that moment. I was just a beautiful woman trying to enjoy my life.

Eventually he told me that he had only slept with two other people despite being almost the same age as me, 25 and that he was embarrassed to be with someone so much more experienced. He said that he felt like he had missed out on a lot of important sexual experiences, and now he figured I could tell. I reassured him that he was fucking me better than most guys I've been with, and his mood improved as I held him longer.

I was still horny, but he was too out of the mood to consider continuing. One day later I told him that I wanted things to end here and we never saw each other again. I'm still wondering what he's doing to this day and if he got some more experience until now. At the end it didn't really matter to me, but just him. The moral of the story is that something like a body count does not matter at all. It's what's in the heart what matters and this makes sex beautiful.