Hi all!
Who is too lazy to read the introduction - read from the SITUATION ITSELF
I am a 40 year old guy. 5.5-6. I look much younger, I don’t have bad habits and I play sports. I am engaged in business, I have a car, an apartment for rent, no problems with finances. There is LTRsb.
She is -OZhP— 36 years old. 6 - 6.5. RSP (daughter, 7 years old) tall, very well-groomed, dresses super stylish. Head of a small organization in a government structure, work in a not very good field - execution of punishments. Lives in his own apartment, no car. Playing sports. Hobbies, apparently, are cosmic energies, natal charts and all sorts of similar dregs. According to her, she gave birth late at 29 and got married under family pressure, there wasn’t much of a relationship, her husband was a narcissist and an abuser, she ran away from him (I don’t know him, I can’t confirm). We work, as it turns out, a hundred meters from each other.
I thought this would be a good option for SO -shki, or in the future of something more, my past CO fell off recently. And from the circle of contacts with girls, there are no girls on whom I want to spend time.
There is a nuance - she is the younger sister of my ex, whom we met about 20 years ago and haven’t seen each other for the same amount of time.
We met (read again) on a dog walk, as in all my topics)))) I barely recognized her, she immediately said that “my name” is it possible to forget you? Of course I remember. Several meetings, she asked to be held, then to be hugged goodbye, found and added to SS, imposed herself. .. and we are already hugging and kissing under her porch. Where she admits that she loved me since school. I'm freaked out by this. He said that I don’t believe in such nonsense, but I judge by myself, of course. To which I was asked to believe in whatever I wanted, and it is as it is. But it doesn’t happen, does it?
I didn’t hide from her that I had LTR, but somehow it didn’t bother her. Declarations of love came regularly both in correspondence and at meetings. And the general conversation is that we already almost have a common future. What made me throw up)))
On the third such walk, he says that he wants to look in great detail at my tattoo, which I got this summer (a sleeve with a certain theme) and kiss each design. Super! On the weekend, I say, I’ll stop by and give the child’s father for a walk.
THE SITUATION ITSELF
Came to her house. I started racking my brain - how did the apartment change? And here you were with my sister, etc. I’m telling you, I haven’t been here for over 20 years. I don't even remember your sister's face. I don't care about her. What are you holding on to? Maybe she was worried that she would be associated with her. But she liked the answer. After 5 minutes of casual conversation, he began to act.
40 minutes of kissing - she doesn’t allow herself to be undressed! He says I haven’t had one for a long time. I’m shy, I’m out of habit, I don’t know you well and all that crap!
I try petting through clothes, it seems better. He doesn’t allow himself to be grabbed by the breasts, nor does he allow his jeans to be unbuttoned. I got tired of such efforts and went to the toilet. I go out and she’s standing at the door. I decided to try again. In the corridor I had already taken off my gins and started to give in. She asked if I had been to the pharmacy (of course I brought pockets full of assholes)))))
We went to the bed - she took off her bra but remained in her T-shirt and flatly refused to take it off. There’s nothing to be ashamed of with her figure, I just can’t understand. It doesn’t allow me to take off my panties, I can’t put my fingers in either, it’s so tight that I physically can’t get in there ((((
And he starts saying - are you coming in or not? And in ***! How can a plaque enter where the door is closed? I try to take off my underwear - again the ban....
And then her dog started gnawing on something in the hallway. She jumps up and runs away. He comes back with his pants on. I'm lying naked with a bolt in my hand and completely unconscious!
I say, why did you get dressed?
She - are you going to lie there naked? Get dressed.
We go to the kitchen, she starts cooking something. He can see by my face that I'm in shock. Offers to talk.
Me - what happened just now? Was the sex planned at all or are you just fooling me?
She - well, you didn’t want to!
I - you squeezed and didn’t give! I couldn’t even take off my panties and I couldn’t touch my tits properly!
She - I would like to take it. Well, this is not the last time that you...
Fuck... I've never had anything like this before. Either they gave it or they didn’t))
I'm shocked, I could only do it sooooo forcefully. After the warnings “I haven’t been there for a long time,” “I’m embarrassed,” and in general, for the first time with a person, I didn’t want to rape anyone, maybe only according to the specific expressed desire of my partner, and that’s not a fact, I wasn’t interested.
I wanted to leave right away, but I thought it would seem like only sex was needed. I think I'll have some tea and then leave. Then there is talk about love and an offer to go out for a walk. We went out for half an hour, walked home and went to rest.
In the evening some jokes appear on Instagram, I looked at them but didn’t react.
In the morning (yesterday) a message arrives on Viber. I didn't read it until the evening. I looked at it in the evening - just a heart. I liked it and that's it. It's deaf today. Apparently she was offended by my silence. She constantly reproached me for responding every once in a while and not immediately to her messages.
TOTAL
I would like to build something with her, start with SO. I really like her. But there is no understanding of what is happening and no understanding of my correct next actions. It’s very stupid to remain silent now, but also to pretend that everything is ok.
I have no stickiness or feelings. Only sympathy, strong, sporting interest and an unpleasant aftertaste.
Thanks for your attention guys!
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