So many things. I need to love her—that’s first. But it’s related to the second, which is her ability to play. Whether it’s flirting or roleplaying—she needs to be creative and fast and smart, and she needs to love playing. Enthusiasm for me and particularly for my cock are crucial. This has to do with my feelings about my cock and how I need someone who can not just accept it or think it beautiful, but actually crave it. If I don’t have that, I’m afraid I’m pushing something unwanted on her, and I double think myself and hold back and try to read minds and it just doesn’t work.
She needs to love what I do to her and be up for just about anything. She needs to be able to swap fantasies with me and tell stories. She needs to understand that foreplay starts long before you ever get to the bedroom. And she needs to love me above all others.
I met her once. It didn’t work out. The woman I married is good, but not like that. She doesn’t make me feel safe to be myself. That’s an issue. We’re too far into it now to make any changes, but it’s an issue and a source of pain for me. Oh well. Gotta focus on something else, but with the emphasis on sex in this society, it is hard not to be reminded all the time of things that pain me.