I think I had 29 years and it was Easter Monday, or maybe May 1st.
I was with A. Yes it is my intention to make me almost the whole alphabet. Now I'm with b. C. ..
however, a. it was strange strong.
was a bully and a frustrated, I am not like we finished together. Oh yes I remember, I wanted a boy near my house, I was tired of being alone, and I just stopped feeling a mythomaniac. I gave up b. I had just met, and to my great regret, that still tells me "by which he left for Paris," proclaims the sin which even on face book B. read it.
(B. HOLY NOW).
Well with Others I was a few months ago, and it was a strange relationship. There were no virtually anything together, if not fuck and fuck was not even much. But it was very very good with the language, and had a huge dick. But seriously huge, you know when you read twenty cm, etc. but mostly off. etc? Put
who was also circumcised ...
The problem was that beyond the size of his cock, there was nothing beautiful about him. Yes your eyes ... But to me the legend that women look at the eyes of a man etc etc, has never cared about. He had a taste of slimy. I think it died with him the tale of the master blue. Love and the only person who could give you everything and give all that. That would protect you, of jealousy that she was beautiful and the two hearts and a hut.
Basically from outside, it was the best. Excellent location in a multi national, graduated, his family is rich and powerful. Maybe now a bit 'less powerful because the father is from 2000 comes and goes from house arrest to tangentopoli.
I can say about him? Frustration, I read that in him. It was never really happy, and it was stracattolico. A strong stracattolico strange than was seen racist and more. He wanted total control of people. At first I thought that sending him a text message to tell him what I did, it was a nice thing to "stay close anyway," then I realized that he meant to keep me under control. I even said that he was glad that I went to the clinic for immigrants because it could be dangerous or something. When I think I get anxiety. Why do I have resisted more a week with him? Because every relationship that I had not had survived more than three months, so I was convinced it was my fault, something in that beam. In short, I wanted to get at least 4 casserole! And I think we got a 5.
Then I also started to be afraid of him. The shots of anger were more and more. She admitted that her ex beat her. But then everything went. I told him that if I had said "I suck" or I had thrown up their hands, would end.
was only funny when drunk. He himself admitted that to stay calm, he had to drink a dozen beers and still was not drunk was just a good mood. And I still do not understand what he missed to be happy.
However, sex drive did not. Why said he was uncomfortable, at best petting.
beginning it was not. After it is changed. At the beginning it was love, walking, being together, to talk about. Then slowly, everything was an expense. The pizza was criticized for having bought or were thieves ... The ten euro for a crap movie. So in the end our meetings were just to pick me up to go to his beach house. Take me home. And on what was beginning to have to say. You know i km ... Basically it was the Camorra of lallili. He treated me like a lover even if I had to be his official girlfriend. I never took the car to get somewhere part. Any proposal to live our years of seeing a movie, hiking, anything whatever was "wrong to me. And you can not do it alone. We are here squatting." Crazy. And while I was with him, so to speak as you saw only the weekend and then more and more often, I thought at that sweet guy and a little 'clumsy. B, who wanted to go to the end of the world with me
The beach house was a very beautiful villa, cabin was not the usual remedy, with three thousand beds. It was a house where you could live all year round. There was so much dust that is. And one room was damaged by moisture. The sex was in bed with her. A shocking stuff that room. All studded with holy pictures. Even the photo of the Pope looked at me. But is not that much if we did, or that I cared really. The first time was weird. He was already a couple of times that I was doing a blowjob and he licked me, but I did not want full sex. Not yet. He stood over me and began to pass the chapel on her pussy. I could move I wanted. And then it came. And I started crying. I do not know why. I think it was a fake cry, because I wanted to tell him that I was happy that we were doing, but we have always been in two lengths. I'll make lasagna, even if you feel like you ham sandwich. Now, I am a bit 'better. Do not make you a chip only, if you're hungry, go to the fridge and take what you want.
Ls funny thing is that the pea-fire took almost, because I was not at all excited.
tiè you do well.
went on a bit more '. And then one day, we watched the TV in the living room of the white house.
Every time we went there, I did change and changed to be comfortable. I was wearing shorts and his magliettona. I took a pillow and I laid on the ground, and began to give him a blowjob. For a while, 'he stood there, then I could see us and said that it did not like. He wanted to go in the room. And so it was.
walked away the hideous bedspread ...
And the rest you know.
I told him to sodomize me. Ok, so the bugger.
But he did it to dry. and of course I felt a pain crazy. As if I were behind quarciando. With his mellifluous voice saying, relax and I love it. I was elsewhere. And I cried. I cried like a calf. He told me that if I took off, and I said no, I did not want to feel rejected. It was shortly after. And the most disgusting thing he could say was "we hope that now is not shit."
Ok, ok, you always take me around with us is history, but it's different. Loooong different.
Maybe I was expecting cuddles me, exchanging words of love, that at least reassure me. But we had far thousand years. And the funny thing is that if b. hours after sex and is looking for me to cuddle, receive at least a scratch on the face of the mangy cat.
I went to the bathroom to try to calm down. I piantolin that looks like a broken record, a stylus jumping. Did not come out anything from the ass. Semen did not come out as in erotic stories, better not shit in the successive days. In fact I went constipated. Would not allow it anymore, even if I wanted to try to die. But I already knew that was not the right person and I was looking for a way to leave. A scene that I froze and they were crushed by the arm of good arguments.
Why do you retell it? Why I had just masturbated. And I really want to go to the theater. I did not really want anything. I want to be buried here in the dark. Possible without the grandmother who comes to tell me that I am a liar because if B. then there is an evening of representation. And if possible I would like to avoid such contempt in his eyes slightly. Give it up you've broken the old cock.
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