I’m 22, bisexual, in a relationship with my boyfriend who hasn’t made me come in months. I’m over having s**, I don’t care for it anymore. I’m hot as f***. 42-28-48. Chestnut hair, green eyes. Been offered modeling positions and everything. Everyone I’ve ever been with (or anyone who has wanted to be with me) told me I was a total dream babe. And… he doesn’t want to try… anything. Doesn’t care for lingerie at all, and laughed at me when I bought 1 nice thing to wear for him from Victoria’s Secret to cheer him up (I had never been before, and now I just avoid lingerie stores). He doesn’t talk dirty, won’t let me call him anything in bed. Says he has no fetishes except for me sitting on his face, which I can’t due most of the time because the birth control implant I have literally makes me bleed every other day. And even when I do, it seriously feels like he’s just swirling his tongue around like Patrick Star eating a candy bar in that one episode of Spongebob. No tact, no sensitivity. He practically bites my c*** when I’m sitting like that, and I told him to be more careful countless times, but he just doesn’t care or doesn’t remember what my preferences are. He comes after maybe 2 minutes, and that stupid birth control fucked up my hormonal balance, skin, and body weight just so he can c** inside me after pumping for a minute or so. He knows where my c*** is. But all he does is maybe touch me for 3 seconds, too hard, and then sticks his untalented fingers inside me while I’m not wet at all… and maybe if he’s feeling a little spicy or whatever he’ll say “Oh, you’re so tight,” yeah, that’s because I’m not warmed up at all, a******. And then silence except for grunting. He comes, puts his shirt back on, and goes to play some online game or look at his phone. He won’t even hold me anymore. There’s no intimacy. I’m sick of it. I’m so f****** sick of feeling like this. I just need to… come, yknow? For my health.