You Can’t Coast on Your Looks Forever

Hot guys with big packages still need to bring it

I thought I lucked out when Todd showed interest in me.

Todd was conventionally attractive and fit. Not the kind of guy I usually managed to score, and someone I would have considered out of my league.

And it wasn’t just his looks that were above average. When we found ourselves alone in a bedroom, I saw what he was packing.

At nine inches, it’s still the biggest dick I’ve ever fucked.

But after the initial fluster over his looks and his size, I started to realize that Todd kind of coasted on those things.

His looks meant he was coveted by women, but talking to him was painfully awkward. In fact, we went out of our way to hang out with other people so we wouldn’t have to be stuck alone, trying to make small talk.

When it came to talking about himself, he did alright. What he wasn’t so great at was asking about me or showing much interest in who I was as a person.

But at least we had sex. In fact, we may have had sex a couple of times just to avoid the awkwardness that happened when our clothes were on.

Todd was really proud of both his size and his sexual abilities.

The size was impressive, sure, but his abilities? Not so much.

Sex with him wasn’t the worst I’ve had, but it wasn’t anything to write home about, either. He fucked decently enough, but he never used his mouth except to brag. In fact, he never once touched my clit except accidentally.

We had sex often, but I never managed to have an orgasm with him.

Todd was a coaster. He coasted on his looks - relying on them instead of learning how to hold down a conversation. After spending so many hours with him, I’m convinced he really didn’t have much of a personality. And believe me, I looked.

He coasted on the size of his cock, too. He knew he was well endowed, but he seemed to think that’s all he needed to be. He didn’t really try to pleasure me - unless you count pounding into me.

I gave him high marks for looks and I was curious to see what it would be like to fuck someone so big. But I had to give him an F for effort.

I wish Todd was the only coaster I’d been involved with, but in my experience, he wasn’t an exception to the rule. He was part of a trend.

My Dork Fetish

I have a thing for dorks. Some of the guys I loved the most were dorks. I even married a dork.

There are a lot of reasons for my dork fetish.

For one thing, I’m kind of a dork. If I’m with a dork, I don’t have to worry about getting the side-eye for my puns and stupid TV show references.

I also like people who are a bit vulnerable and awkward. I tend to get that from dorks, big time.

But a big reason is that dorks don’t usually coast.

There’s a humility that comes with being a dork. Growing up dorky means you don’t think what you’ve got is in high demand. So, you work on compensating for it. You try to develop a personality and a sense of humor. You try to have interesting things to say. You put in some effort when you’re with someone else.

That’s how it felt for me, anyway. As a dork, I figured I didn’t have much to coast on, so I tried to propel myself instead (with mixed results, but I tried, okay?)

The problem with dorks, though, is that they’re hard to come by. Maybe it’s because we’re reclusive, introverted, and shy.

I recently tried to meet people online. I figured that would be a hotbed for dorks.

Sadly, that wasn’t the case. I posted a personal ad and got lots of replies, but not a dork (or even a hipster) in sight.

Still, there were some really attractive guys sliding in my DMs, so I started talking to them.

It didn’t take long for a pattern to emerge. The more attractive the guy, the less interesting he was. And the smoking hot ones couldn’t hold a conversation to save their lives.

One even sent me a second photo after a couple of exchanges, but didn’t manage to ask me a single question worth answering.

Needless to say, I came out of the whole thing empty-handed. Though I did learn one thing: the coasters have gone digital.

Railway Romeo

One of the things that makes my husband really jealous is that I once fucked a guy on a train.

He’s more than comfortable with my sexual past. He just loves rail travel and wishes he had fucked someone on a train, too.

I have fond memories of that ride, too, but not just because of the novelty of being fucked in a dim Via Rail train car. I’m fond of it because the guy I met did not coast at all.

He definitely could have coasted if he wanted to. He wasn’t dorky, but he had a hot, mature look and a very nice beard to go with it.

And as I would soon find out, he had a big dick, too. I wouldn’t say he was hung, but he was thick. Todd may have had the longest dick I’ve fucked, but my Railway Romeo had by far the most girth.

But he also had a whole lot more than that.

I was drawn to his appearance but I was riveted by his charm. We sat together for the whole train ride and spoke for hours. He was interested in getting to know me, so the conversation never felt one-sided. And he was a good conversationalist so I didn’t feel like I had to hold up both ends of the exchange.

He was funny, smart, and really nice. He was confident without being cocky.

He had big dick energy before I even knew what that was.

It didn’t take long before I felt the desire to fuck him. And as soon as the opportunity arose (they aren’t easy to come by in a train), we covered ourselves in a blanket and fooled around.

I was very, very pleased to find out that he didn’t just rely on his above average size. This guy didn’t just accidentally graze my clit - his fingers got very well acquainted with it. When I got on my knees on the seat and he entered me, it didn’t feel rushed - it felt earned.

I’ve had other one night stands and hookups, but his was memorable because he was more than good looks and a big cock. Instead of coasting on those features, he also showed me a fine personality and the kind of attention everyone deserves.

Because of that, he’s one of the few one-night stands I remember very fondly and would have repeated if I had the opportunity to. Hell, I’d buy a ticket tomorrow if I knew he would be waiting in that train. That’s not something you’d do just for a pretty face.

Learn How to Create Momentum

I was always excited when a really attractive guy seemed into me. There was an instant appeal to it. But unless there was something more to the guy, it was hard to stay interested. No matter how hot he is, it won’t take long before his appearance stops making you blush.

I’ll admit, I was always impressed by big dicks. But I’ve had enough of them to know that they’re not always amazing. Every size has its pros and cons, and it really is just a matter of how well the person attached to it knows how to pleasure you.

Anyone who relies on their size to impress needs a whole lot more to back it up.

Smoking hot looks and a big dick print might have instant appeal, but they won’t carry you for long. You can coast on them for a bit, but you’ll stall soon after. To create real momentum, you need to have a decent personality and know how to deliver in the sack.

So, no matter what you look like and what you’ve got packing, brush up on your conversational skills and learn how to be attentive when fucking and fooling around. If you can do that, you’ll go a long way.

There’s this idea that people who aren’t conventionally attractive have to compensate for it in some way. They have to become funny, cool, interesting, or adventurous so that they have something appealing other than looks.

But that assumes that good looks are enough on their own.

They’re not. And here’s the thing I’ve learned: we all need to compensate for our looks. No matter how hot we are, we all need something more to offer.

If you liked this article, you should totally check out the Sexual Red Flags (Eye Contact, Hate Fucking, and Sweet Little Dummies) episode of my dirty and intimate sex podcast, Pillow Talk With Emma Austin!