Now what in the world does banku have to do with anybody’s bedroom? Only two things: It takes time to finish and there is generally a sense of satisfaction once you’re done “chopping”. I don’t have to time to be witty or clever this morning, so I’ll just get straight to the point.
This post is about premature ejaculation.
There is not a man on the planet that is consistent every time he hits the sack. Like any athlete, he may have his off days where performance is less than optimal. Most women will recognize this and attempt to stroke her non-performing mates ego with all the common cliches:
Oh, it’s ok sweetie, it’s the motion of the ocean, not the size of the ship. OR
I was too tired to go all night anyway (she smiles sweetly in reassurance, kisses him and curses under her breath).
Guys often complain about their mates not giving them enough sex often enough. They say we women always complain of headaches, having a hard day, or rationing out sex like we’re in a war and it’s in short supply. I can tell you from the other end of the spectrum that there is nothing more frustrating for a woman than getting all psyched up for the deed, only to have it over in minutes. I’ve dated or slept with 2 preemies in my life, and it was a horrid experience. I was reminded of these by one of my friend’s statuses on FB lamenting her first encounter with a preemie.
Guy #1: I was SO into this boy. We dated in secondary school for about a year, and we had never done anything physical beyond deep kissing and exploration. One day during our long vacation, he invited me over to his house, and I could tell by the look in his eye that we were about to get down and dirty. I was ready to release my bag of tricks! As we lay on the floor of his room, he kissed me passionately and rubbed his groin against mine. Within a few seconds, only one of us had had a sexual experience. Yes folks, he climaxed before penetration. We broke up the next term.
Guy #2: This was some time after college, I can’t recall when. The event was so tragic that I’ve tried to block it. I do remember that he was a radio jockey and that he spent half the night trying to convince me to hop into bed with him. Being a 20 something fool, I gave up my “good girl” persona and did. He masterfully undressed me, laid me down, stuck his tongue down my throat, his condomed privates into mine and after four thrusts, shuddered, groaned and rolled over. Really? For real Mr. Big Time DJ? And then he had the nerve to sleepily ask me if I had enjoyed it as much as he did?!? Tsseeewwww!!!
As for me, I’ve never claimed to know much about sex. So please readers, can you share any tips that might help a man prolong his endurance? I’m assuming outside of a medical condition, there MUST be a way to keep this from happening. Your advice here might save a relationship today…or am I the only woman to have unfortunately slept with the only two premature jacks on the planet?