2025-06-25
Big, rough, and selfish - but I kind of liked it.
I slept with a guy - well-endowed, experienced, wild. Straight from the door - to the bed. Or more precisely - to the bed, the living room, on the cabinet… a full apartment tour. The guy was definitely into it.
But whatever he’s heard about “female pleasure” must’ve gone in one ear and out the other. He was so dominant at times I wasn’t sure if I was on a date or in a low-budget remake of “50 Shades of Ouch.” He grabbed my hands so hard I lost feeling from the waist up. I said, “That hurts!” - he replied, “You’ll get used to it.” Romance, I tell you.
And me? I can only finish in one position. That clearly wounded his ego. I had to beg - practically start a petition - to get him to do it that way. And in the end, oh-so-generously, he tossed me a minute of pleasure. What a gentleman!
Then - silence. He went to the seaside. Came back, messaged me… but not to see me. Oh no! He wanted a threesome. With another woman. “You’ll see how she does it,” he said. Which, let’s be honest, is his way of saying, “You’re not good enough.” I almost felt like leaving him a review: “2 stars - good tool, bad service.”
The truth? I only wanted sex. Not a relationship, not love. But even if it’s just for fun - you still deserve a bit of respect. Or at the very least, to not lose blood circulation mid-act.
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